"Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep"

Now I lay me down to sleep,
my heart is tired, my hope is weak.
Out in the night a clatter roars,
through angry shouts and calls to war.

Foul, hollow men with greedy souls
blow hatred's breath on worry's coals;
and while this bitter fire burns,
it lures the truest hearts to turn.

The women toss defiant sneers;
the men provoke, and use, and rear
their hunger out upon the earth,
consuming first what next they curse.

So Lord, I pray my soul to keep,
through troubles wide and troubles deep.
Thy love is with me here tonight,
and when I wake in morning light,

Thy love will be my anchor still,
through every jolt, and blast, and tilt.
You're all that's lovely, good, and true,
so grant me rest inside of You.