O RIGHTEOUS Lord, Thou holdest mine
eyes waking, and in the night season I take
no rest. I seek sleep, which Thou givest
Thy beloved, to ease my pains, and recruit
my spirit: but I find it not. But O merciful
God, let it not always fly away from me; let
my wearied eyes at length lay hold of it;
and make my sleep sweet to me. Consider
my weariness, O Lord, which calls aloud for
rest; and my weakness, which greatly needs
refreshment. While Thou keepest me awake,
let me commune with mine own heart, and
search out mine own spirit: let me remem-
ber Thee on my bed, and meditate on Thee
in the night watches: let the consideration
of Thy tender mercies be my comfort, till
Thy goodness sees fit to give sleep to my eyes,
and refreshment to my sorrows: through our
Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.
The Scripture is the library of the Holy Ghost; it is a pandect of divine knowledge, an exact model and platform of religion. The Scripture contains in it the credenda, “the things which we are to believe,” and the agenda, “the things which we are to practice.”
Thomas Watson