Hymn0970
Hymn0970
8 7, 8 7, 7 7.
1 THROUGH the day thy love hath 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,
Sweet it is to trust in thee.
2 Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers,
In thine arms may we repose;
And when life’s short day is past,
Rest with thee in heaven at last.