9. Through Thee I now my God adore And call Him Father evermore; Through Thee His Word and Sacrament I love and hold till life is spent. 10. Through Thee I’m in temptation free From fear and sad despondency; Through Thee I’m quickened oft to taste The sweets of Thine eternal rest. 11. And so I now give thanks to Thee With heart and tongue most joyfully For all Thy mercies, Lord, my God, Which on my soul Thou hast bestowed. 12. Beseeching Thine almighty grace To aid me, till I’ve run my race, Soul, body, honor, house, and friend To Thy protection I commend. 13. Give me a heart that is sincere, To love Thy truth, and persevere In faith and Christian piety And shun all base hypocrisy. 14. My sins and trespasses forgive; Have patience with me while I live; O give me faith and charity And let my hope rest but in Thee. 15. Grant that in peace I close mine eyes, But on the Last Day bid me rise And let me see Thy face fore’er— Amen, Amen, Lord, hear my prayer! B. von Hodenberg. 1640; J. Gesenius, a. 1650. 36 L. M. Glory to Thee, my God, this night For all the blessings of the light! Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings! 2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done, That with the world, myself, and Thee I, ere 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 With joy behold the Judgment Day. 4. Oh, may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep my eyelids close! Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest. Thomas Ken, 1695, abr. 37 8, 7 Savior, breathe an evening blessing Ere repose our spirits seal; Sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. 2. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us; We are safe if Thou art nigh. 3. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. 4. Should swift death this night o’ertake us And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heav’n awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. James Edmeston, 1820. 38 11, 11, 11, 5 Now God be with us, for the night is closing; The light and darkness are of His disposing, And ’neath His shadow here to rest we yield us, For He will shield us.