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All praise to him who dwells in bliss,
who made both day and night,
whose throne is darkness in the 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 heavenly thoughts refreshed,
our eyelids with the morn's unclose,
and bless the ever-blessed.
(1707-1788)