The Treasury Of Sacred Song

Close now thine eyes, and rest secure;

Thy soul is safe enough; thy body sure;

He that loves thee, He that keeps

And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.

The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast

Has only peace, has only rest:

The music and the mirth of kings

Are all but very discords, when she sings:

Then close thine eyes and rest secure;

No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.