An Evening Hymn Henry Purcell

Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days

Hallelujah!