Classic Poem

Drawn is the curtain of the night,
Oh! 't is the sacred hour of rest;
Sweet hour, I hail thee with delight,
Thrice welcome to my weary breast.

O God! to thee, my fervent prayer
I offer, kneeling at thy feet;
Though humbly breathed, oh! deign to hear —
Smile on me from the mercy seat.

While angel guards their watches keep,
Whose harps thy praise unceasing swell,
" I lay me down in peace, and sleep, "
For thou in safety mak'st me dwell.

Drawn is the curtain of the night —
Thou bid'st creation silent be —
And now, with holy, calm delight,
Father, I would commune with thee.

Shepherd of Israel, deign to keep,
And guard my soul from every ill:
Thus will I lay me down, and sleep,
For thou in safety mak'st me dwell.