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These days when the world cools off my brothers and I slip out of doors, into the dusk-coated grass to revel in the bright air. We play Frisbee, or chat by the creek water, or just watch the sun and birds settle for the night. Ken's evening him has been in my head and heart, these summer evenings.
Thomas Ken, 1695
All praise to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thine own almighty wings.
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep my eye-lids close;
Sleep that may me more vig'rous make To serve my God when I awake.
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
O when shall I in endless day, For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns with the supernal choir, Incessant sing, and never tire!
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.
