The Children Sing, no. 128
All Through the Night

1. Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All thro’ the night; Guardian angels God will send thee All thro’ the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber steeping, I my loving vigil keeping All thro’ the night.

2. While the moon her watch is keeping All thro’ the night; While the weary world is sleeping All thro’ the night. O’er thy spirit gently stealing, Visions of delight revealing, Breathes a pure and holy feeling, All thro’ the night.