8s.D.
1
Inspirer and hearer of prayer,
Thou Shepherd and Guardian divine,
My all to Thy covenant care
I, sleeping and waking, resign;
If Thou art my Shield and my Sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And, fast as my moments roll on,
They bring me but nearer to Thee.
2
Thy ministering spirits descend,
And watch while Thy saints are asleep;
By day and by night they attend,
The heirs of salvation to keep.
Bright seraphs, dispatched from the throne,
Fly swift to their stations assigned;
And angels elect are sent down
To guard the elect of mankind.
3
Thy worship no interval knows,
Their fervour is still on the wing;
And, while they protect my repose,
They chant to the praise of my King;
I, too, at the season ordained
Their chorus for ever would join;
And love and adore, without end,
Their gracious Creator and mine.
