Now my eyes close before Thee
Grant me sweet night airs and peace
Let my slumber be quiet and undisturbed
For the long days toil made had me tired
Let Thy eyes move before me each day
To guide and show me the right way
When the moon and stars leave the night
Always let Thy presence stay before my sight
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