Draw near, Almighty Father, Ne'er seen by mortal eye;
Come, O Thou Word eternal, O Spirit blest, be nigh.
| The hour of rest approaches, The toils of day are past, And o'er our tired bodies Sleep's gentle charm is cast. |
| The mind, by cares tormented Amid life's storm and stress, Drinks deep the wondrous potion That brings forgetfulness. |
| O'er weary, toil-worn mortals The spells of Lethe steal; (Note:In Classical Greek, Lethe (λήθη; léthé) literally means "forgetfulness" or "concealment". The Greek word for "truth" is a-lethe-ia (αλήθεια), meaning "un-forgetfulness" or "un-concealment". Sad hearts lose all their sorrow, Nor pain nor anguish feel. |
For to His frail creation God gave this law to keep,
That labour should be lightened By soft and healing sleep......
And, though the weary body Relaxed in sleep may be,
Our hearts, Lord, e'en in slumber, Shall meditate on Thee.
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