Loving, faithful, kind, and true,
The One before me stands.
With a mighty arm He guides the breeze,
And holds me in His hands.
His voice, more powerful than the sea,
Leads me to springs of life.
His face, more brilliant than the sun
Outshines in the darkest night.
With a gentle word, He leads His flock
Into the greenest fields.
He heals the sick and crippled ones
And is their Rock and Shield.
His eyes are ever on this child,
Though sometimes I can’t see.
He can conquer any storm,
Even the one in me.
So, as I lay me down to sleep,
I bow my head to pray
And exalt the One Who gives me life
Each evening and each day.