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O Holy Spir-it, grant us grace That we our Lord and Savior

In faith and fer-vent love embrace, And truly serve Him ev

But with zeal and joy ex-ceed - ing Fol-low where Thy steps are leading.

2 Let me never, Lord, forsake Thee,

E'en though bitter pain and strife
On my way shall overtake me;
But may I through all my life
Walk in fervent love to Thee,

In all woes for comfort flee

To Thy birth, Thy death and passion;
Till I see Thy full salvation.

T. Kingo, 1689

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The world in slumber lies; But thou, my heart, a wake thee,

2 To rest the body hasteth,
Aside its garments casteth-
Types of mortality;
These I put off, and ponder
How Christ shall give me yonder
A robe of glorious majesty.

3 Ye weary limbs, now rest you,
For toil hath sore oppressed you,
And quiet sleep ye crave;

A sleep shall once o'ertake you
From which no man can wake you,

In your last, narrow bed-the grave.

4 Lord Jesus, who dost love me,
O spread Thy wings above me,
And shield me from alarm!
Though Satan would devour me:

Let angel-guards sing o'er me:

This child of God shall meet no harm.

5 My loved ones, rest securely,

For God this night will surely,

From perils guard your heads;

Sweet slumbers may He send you,

And bid His hosts attend you,

And through the night watch o'er your beds.

P. Gerhardt, 1648