Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . Thomas Browne. The night is come ; like to the dayDepart not Thou, great God, not my sins, black as the night,Eclipse the lustre of Thy still in my horizon ; for to meThe Sun makes not the day, but whose nature cannot sleep,On my temples sentry keep ;Guard me gainst those watchful foes,Whose eyes are open while mine close. 204 PRAYER AND PRAISE. Let no dreams my head infest,But such as Jacobs temples I do rest, my soul advance,Make my sleep a holy trance,That I may, my res>t being wrou

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Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . Thomas Browne. The night is come ; like to the dayDepart not Thou, great God, not my sins, black as the night,Eclipse the lustre of Thy still in my horizon ; for to meThe Sun makes not the day, but whose nature cannot sleep,On my temples sentry keep ;Guard me gainst those watchful foes,Whose eyes are open while mine close. 204 PRAYER AND PRAISE. Let no dreams my head infest,But such as Jacobs temples I do rest, my soul advance,Make my sleep a holy trance,That I may, my res>t being wrought,Awake into some holy thought;And with as active vigour runMy course, as doth the nimble Sun,Sleep is a death; O make me try,By sleeping, what it is to die :And as gently lay my headOn my grave, as now my I rest, great God, let meAwake again at least with thus assured, behold I lieSecurely, or to wake or are my drowsy days; in vainI do now wake to sleep again :O come that hour, when I shall neverSleep again, but wake for

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