'Tis vain for you to rise betimes, or late from rest to keep, To feed on sorrows' bread; so gives he his beloved sleep.
I will both lay me down in peace, and quiet sleep will take; Because thou only me to dwell in safety, Lord, dost make.
I laid me down and slept; I wak'd; for God sustained me.
That thy beloved people may deliver'd be from thrall, Save with the pow'r of thy right hand, and hear me when I call.