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At Lying Down

How do Thy mercies close me round! For ever be Thy name adored! I blush in all things to abound; The servant is above his Lord.

Inured to poverty and pain, A suffering life my Master led; The Son of God, the Son of Man, He had not where to lay His head.

But, lo! a place He hath prepared For me, whom watchful angels keep; Nay, He Himself becomes my Guard, He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep.

Jesus protects; my fears, be gone! What can the Rock of Ages move? Safe in Thy arms I lay me down, Thy everlasting arms of love!

While Thou art intimately nigh, Who, who shall violate my rest? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy; I lean upon my Saviour’s breast.

I rest beneath the Almighty’s shade; My griefs expire, my troubles cease; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stay’d, Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

Me for Thine own Thou lov’st to take, In time and in eternity; Thou never, never wilt forsake A helpless worm that trusts in Thee.

Wherefore in confidence I close My eyes, for Thine are open still; My spirit, lull’d in calm repose, Waits for the counsels of Thy will.

After Thy likeness let me rise, If here Thou will’st my longer stay; Or close in mortal sleep my eyes, To open them in endless day.

Still let me run, or end my race; I cannot choose, I all resign; Contract or lengthen out my days; Come life, come death; for Christ is mine.