Now that the sun hath veiled his light,
And bid the world goodnight,
To the soft bed my body I dispose;
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in thy arms;
And can there be any so sweet security?
Then to thy rest, O my soul,
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Halleluia.

Bishop William Fuller (1608-1675)

Now that the sun hath veiled his light,
And bid the world goodnight,
To the soft bed my body I dispose;
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in thy arms;
And can there be any so sweet security?
Then to thy rest, O my soul,
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Halleluia.

Bishop William Fuller (1608-1675)

Now that the sun hath veiled his light,
And bid the world goodnight,
To the soft bed my body I dispose;
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in thy arms;
And can there be any so sweet security?
Then to thy rest, O my soul,
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Halleluia.

Bishop William Fuller (1608-1675)

Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.

Hallelujah!

Bishop William Fuller (1608-1675)

Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight
To the soft bed, my body I dispose,
But where, where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then-to-thy-rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Hallelujah!

Bishop William Fuller (1608-1675)