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The long day passes with its load of sorrow: / In slumber deep / I lay me down to rest until to-morrow -- / Thank God for sleep.
Thank God for all respite from weary toiling, / From cares that creep / Across our lives like evil shadows, spoiling / God's kindly sleep.
We plough and sow, and, as the hours grow later, / We strive to reap, / And build our barns, and hope to build them greater / Before we sleep.
We toil and strain and strive with one another / In hopes to heap / Some greater share of profit than our brother / Before we sleep.
What will it profit that with tears or laughter / Our watch we keep? / Beyond it all there lies the Great Hereafter! / Thank God for sleep!
For, at the last, beseeching Christ to save us, / We turn with deep / Heart-felt thanksgiving unto God, who gave us / The Gift of Sleep.