Wesley Corpus

An Evening Hymn All praise to him who dwells in bliss, Who made both day and night: Whose throne is darkness, in th' abyss Of uncreated light. Each thought and deed his piercing eyes With strictest search survey: The deepest shades no more disguise Than the full blaze of day. Whom thou dost guard, O King of kings! No evil shall molest; Under the shadow of thy wings Shall they securely rest. Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep: Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads, For thou dost never sleep. May we with calm and sweet repose, And heav'nly thoughts refresh'd, Our eye-lids with the morn's unclose, And bless the ever-bless'd.