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Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake,

A Midnight HYMN

Poet: Thomas Ken, 1674
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Location in The Sacred Harp
Stanza Denson Cooper
1
Lord, now my Sleep does me forsake,
The sole possession of me take,
Let no vain Fancy me illude,
No one impure desire intrude.



2
Blest Angels! While we silent lie,
Your Hallelujahs sing on high,
You, ever wakeful near the Throne,
Prostrate, adore the Three in One.



3
I now awake do with you join,
To praise our God in Hymns Divine:
With you in Heavín I hope to dwell,
And bid the Night and World farewell.



4
My Soul, when I shake of this dust,
Lord, in thy Arms I will entrust;
O make me thy peculiar care,
Some heavínly Mansion me prepare.



5
Give me a place at thy Saintís feet,
Or some fallín Angelís vacant seat;
Iíll strive to sing as loud as they,
Who fit above in brighter day.



6
O may I always ready stand,
With my Lamp burning in my hand,
May I in fight of Heavín rejoyce,
When eír I hear the Bridegroomís voice.



7
Glory to thee in light arrayíd,
Who light thy dwelling-place hast made,
An immense Ocean of bright beams,
From thy All-glorious God-head streams.



8
The Sun in its Meridian height,
Is very darkness in thy sight:
My Soul, O lighten, and enflame,
With Thought and Love of thy great Name.



9
Blest Jesu, thou on Heavín intent,
Whole Nights hast in Devotion spent,
But I frail Creature, soon am tiríd,
And all my Zeal is soon expiríd.



10
My Soul, how canst thou weary grow,
Of Anti-dating Heavín below,
In sacred Hymns, and Divine Love,
Which will Eternal be above?



11
Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardours kindle in my Heart;
One ray of thy Allquickning light,
Dispels the sloth and clouds the night.



12
Lord, left the tempter me surprize,
Watch over thine own Sacrifice;
All loose, all idle Thoughts cast out,
And make my very Dreams devout.



13
Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow,
Praise him all Creatures here below,
Praise him above yí Angelick Host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.



Old Hundred 49t, Stanza 2

See Also:
Awake my Soul, and with the Sun,
Glory to thee my God, this Night

Ken, Thomas. A Manual of Prayers for the Use of the Scholars of Winchester College and All Other Devout Christians.. London: Printed for Charles Brome, 1705.