EVENING 558 All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night Ps. 91: 4 L. M. Tallis’ Canon Thomas Ken, 1695, cento (FIRST TUNE) Thomas Tallis, c. 1567 mine tle this ings sleep lit eye as day of bless may grave ill all I sweet as that the lids my have the close, bed. done light. to may me soul live Lord, Thee, give my to me, Oh, 3 Teach 2 For 1 All 4 praise night Son, re may dear this And The The For pose, dread I Thy God, on that for my Thee a full may y my A wake. Day. be. wings. own God at sleep, I awe peace might when the at al men. Keep That Teach Sleep me die world, keep shall to the oh, vig so self rious more that my me, with me, me King that neath To Rise I, Be I Thy serve glo ere ’rous and of I make may Thee, kings, 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heav’nly thoughts supply; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No pow’rs of darkness me molest. 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.