O grant that I may lay me down
In peace at fall of night,
And that in peace I may rise up
To greet the rising light.

Let not my thoughts or evil dreams
Or fancies trouble me,
Safe in Thy ever-watchful care
My rest will perfect be.

Enlighten Thou mine eyes, O God!
Lest I sleep the sleep of death;

O Thou, who givest life to all,
From Thee we draw each breath.

FLORENCE Weisberg.

BLESS'D art Thou, O Lord of all,

Who mak'st the bands of sleep to fall

Upon mine eyes, and slumber press
Mine eyelids down with heaviness.

God of my fathers, may it be
Thy will, this night to suffer me
To lay me down in peace and rise
In peace, when morning gilds the skies.

From thoughts of ill my slumber keep
And, lest the sleep of death I sleep,
O lighten Thou mine eyes, for Thou,
Lord, dost with light the eye endow.

Bless'd art Thou, O Lord most high,
Who in Thy glorious majesty
And in Thy gracious love hast given
Light upon earth and light in heaven.
ALICE LUCAS.

CAUSE us, our Father, to lie down in peace, And raise us up, our King, to life again; Direct us on our way

With Thy good counsel's stay

And let us 'neath Thy tent of peace remain.

O save us for the sake of Thy great name,
Be unto us a shield, Thou King of kings.
Remove from out our life

Sickness and care and strife;

Shelter us in the shadow of Thy wings.

Our guardian and deliverer Thou art, Merciful King, whom heaven and earth adore! Guard Thou from harm and sin

Our goings out and in,

With life and peace henceforth and evermore.

ALICE LUCAS.

Nishmas

THE breath of ev'ry living thing,

O Lord, shall bless Thy Name;

The spirit of all flesh on earth
Thy glory shall proclaim.

For Thou art God for evermore,
Beside Thee we have none;
No king, nor saviour who redeems,
Save Thou! Almighty One!

Thou settest free, and bring'st us aid
In times of grief or woe;

With mercies great and manifold;

No King but Thee we know!

FLORENCE WEISBERG.

Nishmas

ALL living souls shall bless Thy name,
O just and gracious God!

All flesh Thy providence proclaim,
Thy holy works applaud.

From age to age will we relate

The wonders Thou hast wrought, Delighting to expatiate

On all which Thou hast taught.

Young men and maidens lift the voice,
Thy wisdom to extol,

And children in Thy praise rejoice,
Father and Friend of all!

But though our hands should be outspread, As are the eagle's wings,

To thank Thee for the daily bread,

That from Thy bounty springs.

Though song, like sounding billows, too,
Should from our lips proceed,
How large a debt would yet be due
To Thee, from Jacob's seed!

Thrice holy, Lord of hosts! art Thou,

Ineffable and pure!

Before Thy Majesty we bow,
Great King, whom we adore.

PENINA MOÏSE.

Adoration

TO Israel the charge belongs

Their grateful hearts to raise; To speak, in glad, triumphant songs, The Lord Almighty's praise.

His hand the universe hath wrought,
The starry heavens o'erhead;
From darkness He His people brought
The light of truth to spread.

We bow the head, we bend the knee,
And worship Him alone;

The King of Kings whose majesty
And sovereign power we own.

He is our God, the only Lord,
Our King is truth indeed;

His sovereign power His laws record
As taught to Israel's seed.

Grant Thou our hope, Almighty King,
That promised day to see,

When nations shall Thy praises sing,
And bend the knee to Thee.

The reign of truth and peace begun,
Our sin and error flee;

Thou art alone, proclaimed the One,

And One Thy Name shall be.

DAVID LEVY.

The Benediction

THERE'S a memory that sweetens
My father's last adieu,

There's a solemn thought that deepens.
When I think of him anew.

'Tis the blessing that he uttered
When I took his last farewell,
The priestly threefold blessing
Our people know so well.

Ah, bless thee, Lord, and keep thee,
His countenance e'er shine,
And gracious be He to thee,

And give thee peace and thine.
His hands were spread in blessing
Above my bowing head,
His blessing lives within me,
His spirit is not fled.

The dear old Jewish custom
Made many a stout heart;
I always felt the better

When thus I used to part.
And though he is gone forever,
To sleep beneath the sod,

I still can hear him lifting.

The self-same prayer to God.

Ah, bless thee, Lord, and keep thee,

His countenance e'er shine,

And gracious be He to thee,

And give thee peace and thine.

His countenance be lifted,

And may He grant thee peace,

The goal of earthly living,
And Heaven's own surcease.

HARRY WEISS.

Grace After Meals

OUR

UR Rock with loving care,
According to His word,

Bids all His bounty share;
Then let us bless the Lord.