Lancelot Andrewes · 12 of 61
Commendation
To my weariness, O Lord, vouchsafe Thou rest, to my exhaustion renew Thou strength. Lighten mine eyes that I sleep not in death. Deliver me from the terror by night, the pestilence that walketh in darkness. Supply me with healthy sleep, and to pass through this night without fear. O keeper of Israel, who neither slumberest nor sleepest, guard me this night from all evil, guard my soul, O Lord. Visit me with the visitation of Thine own, reveal to me wisdom in the visions of the night. If not, for I am not worthy, not worthy; at least, O loving Lord, let sleep be to me a breathing time as from toil, so from sin. Yea, O Lord, nor let me in my dreams imagine what may anger Thee, what may defile me. Let not my loins be, filled with illusions, yea, let my reins chasten me in the night season, yet without grievous terror. Preserve me from the black sleep of sin; all earthly and evil thoughts put to sleep within me. Grant to me light sleep, rid of all imaginations fleshly and satanical. Lord, Thou knowest how sleepless are mine unseen foes, and how feeble my wretched flesh, who madest me; shelter me with, the wing of Thy pity; awaken me at the fitting time, the time of prayer; and give me to seek Thee early, for Thy glory, and for Thy service.
Here use the form of , No. 3.
Into Thy hands, O Lord, I commend myself, my spirit, soul, and body: Thou didst make, and didst them; and together with me, all my friends and all that belongs to me. Thou hast vouchsafed them to me, Lord, in Thy goodness. Guard my lying down and my rising up, from henceforth and for ever. Let me remember Thee on my bed, and search out my spirit; let me wake up and be present with Thee; let me lay me down in peace, and take my rest: for it is Thou, Lord, only that makest me dwell in safety.