With Thee Great God The Stores Of Light

With thee, great God, the stores of light,
And stores of darkness lie;
Thou form’st the sable veil of night,
And spread’s tit round the sky.

And when with welcome slumber pressed,
We close our weary eyes,
Thy power unseen, secures our rest,
And makes us joyful rise.

Numbers, this night, great God, have met
Their long eternal doom;
And lost the joys of morning light
In death’s tremendous gloom.

Numbers on restless beds still lie,
And still their woes bewail;
While we, by thy kind hand upraised,
A thousand pleasure feel.

To thee, great God, in thankful songs,
Our morning thoughts arise:
Propitious in thy Son, accept
The willing sacrifice.

The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors,