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Rh Forgive me Lord for thy dear Son,

The Ill that I this day have done,

That with the World, my self, and thee

I e're I Sleep at Peace may be.

Teach me to Live, that I may dread,

The Grave as little as my Bed.

Teach me to Die, that so I may,

Triumphing Rise at the last Day.

Oh let my Soul in thee repose,

And with sweet Sleep mine Eye-Lids člofe

Such Sleep as may more Vigorous make,

To Praise my God when I awake.<

When on my Bed I Senseless lie,

My Soul with Heavenly thoughts supply.

Let no Ill Dreams disturb my Rest;

No Powers of Darkness me molest.

Dull Sleep does me of Life deprive;

I am but half my days alive.

Oh my dear Lord, how am I griev'd,

To lie so long of thee bereav'd

But though Sleep, o'er my Frailty Reigns,

Let it not hold me long in Chains;

But now and then let loose my Heart,

Till it an Hallelujah Dart.

The faster Sleep the Sence does bind,

The more unfetter'd is the Mind:

Oh! May my Soul from matter free,

Thy unvail'd Goodness Waking see.

O when shall I in Endless Day,

For ever chase dark Sleep away?