1 ALL praise to Him who dwells in bliss, Who made both day and night; Whose throne is darkness, in the’ abyss Of uncreated light. 2 Each thought and deed His piercing eyes With strictest search survey: The deepest shades no more disguise Than the full blaze of day. 3 Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings, No evil shall molest; Under the shadow of Thy wings Shall they securely rest. 4 Thy angels shall around their beds Their constant stations keep: Thy faith and truth shall shield