“He Giveth His Beloved Sleep”

The long day passes with its load of sorrow:

In slumber deep

I lay me down to rest until to-morrow —

Thank God for sleep.

Thank God for all respite from weary toiling,

From cares that creep

Across our lives like evil shadows, spoiling

God's kindly sleep.

We plough and sow, and, as the hours grow later,

We strive to reap,

And build our barns, and hope to build them greater

Before we sleep.

We toil and strain and strive with one another

In hopes to heap

Some greater share of profit than our brother

Before we sleep.

What will it profit that with tears or laughter

Our watch we keep?

Beyond it all there lies the Great Hereafter!

Thank God for sleep!

For, at the last, beseeching Christ to save us,

We turn with deep

Heart-felt thanksgiving unto God, who gave us

The Gift of Sleep.