We Praise You, Father For Your Gifts

We praise you, Father, for your gifts

Of dusk and nightfall over earth,

Foreshadowing the mystery

Of death that leads to endless day.

Within your hands we rest secure;

In quiet sleep our strength renew;

Yet give your people hearts that wake

In love to you, unsleeping Lord.

Your glory may we ever seek

In rest, as in activity,

Until its fullness is revealed,

O source of life, O Trinity.

Melody: Te lucis ante terminum, Gregorian Chant;

Text: West Mailing Abbey