And now another day is gone
And now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise,
my comforts every hour make known,
his providence and grace.
I lay my body down to sleep;
may angels guard my head,
and through the hours of darkness keep
their watch around my bed.
With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
since thou wilt not remove;
and in the morning let me rise
rejoicing in thy love.
Words: Isaac Watts, 1715
Music: Twyford
Meter: CM
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