Hymn 490

1MY LORD, breathe an evening blessing
Ere repose our spirits seal ;
Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save, and thou canst heal.

2Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from thee surround us ;
We are safe if thou art nigh.

3Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from thee ;
Thou art he, who, never weary,
Watchest where thy people be.

4Should swift death this night o'ertake us,
And command us to the tomb,
May the morn of glory wake us,
Clad in bright, eternal bloom.