James Montgomery

Morning.

III.

My God, beneath Thy watching eye,

I laid me down and slept;

Thy tender mercy, ever nigh,

In peace my spirit kept.

Under the shadow of Thy wings,

My weary limbs reposed,

And, undisturb'd by earthly things,

A day of labour closed.

Safe in Thine everlasting arms,

That compass'd me around,

Body and soul, from outward harms,

And inward fears were found.

Thus, till the morn in beauty broke,

My sleep was sweet to me;

Thy voice then call'd me, I awoke,

And found myself with Thee.

Humbly beside my couch I knelt,

And while I strove to pray,

The earnest in my heart I felt

Of blessings through the day.

Oh! oft, to cheer me, to and fro,

By restless passions driven,

Such nights of calm from care and woe,

Such days of hope be given.