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8.7.7.

1
Through the day Thy love has spared us;
Wearied, we lie down to rest:
Through the silent watches guard us;
Let no foe our peace molest:
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
May we ever trust in Thee.

2
Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In Thy love may we repose;
And, when life’s sad day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.