2.
Forgive me Lord for thy dear Son,
The Ill that I this day have done,
That with the World, my self, and thee
I e're I Sleep at Peace may be.
3.
Teach me to Live, that I may dread,
The Grave as little as my Bed.
Teach me to Die, that so I may,
Triumphing Rise at the last Day.
4.
Oh let my Soul in thee repose,
And with sweet Sleep mine Eye-Lids člofe
Such Sleep as may more Vigorous make,
To Praise my God when I awake.<
5.
When on my Bed I Senseless lie,
My Soul with Heavenly thoughts supply.
Let no Ill Dreams disturb my Rest;
No Powers of Darkness me molest.
6.
Dull Sleep does me of Life deprive;
I am but half my days alive.
Oh my dear Lord, how am I griev'd,
To lie so long of thee bereav'd
7.
But though Sleep, o'er my Frailty Reigns,
Let it not hold me long in Chains;
But now and then let loose my Heart,
Till it an Hallelujah Dart.
8.
The faster Sleep the Sence does bind,
The more unfetter'd is the Mind:
Oh! May my Soul from matter free,
Thy unvail'd Goodness Waking see.
9.
O when shall I in Endless Day,
For ever chase dark Sleep away?
