An evening hymn

Henry Purcell

Now that the sun hath veil'd his light,

And bid the world goodnight;

To the soft bed my body I dispose,

But where shall my soul repose?

Dear God, even in thy arms,

And can there be any so sweet security!

Then to thy rest, O my soul!

And singing, praise the mercy

That prolongs thy days.

Hallelujah!