Henry Purcell - An Evening Hymn on a Ground

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 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!

William Fuller