The night is come, like to the day, Depart not thou, great God, away; On thee, O Lord, I do repose, Protect me from my watchful foes. So shall I securely lay, And sweetly pass the hours away.
Chorus In heav'nly dreams my soul advance, O make my sleep a holy trance. Sleep is a death, O let me try, By sleeping, how it is to die.