Now woods and wolds are sleeping, And darkness fast is creeping O'er byre, hearth, and hall; But thou, my soul, ere slumber, For blessings passing number Exalt the Giver of them all. Ye also, O my dearest, My friends and kindred nearest, God rest you safe from harm! His angel hosts attend ye, Their golden shields defend ye, From nightly danger and alarm.
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