Read yourself a bedtime story
And instead of counting sheep
Feast your soul on heaven’s glory
In the Bible ‘ere you sleep.
‘Tis a precious priceless treasure
And within it you will find
Hope and comfort beyond measure
And a restful peace of mind.
Let those sacred holy pages
Be your soul’s immortal chart
And their wisdom of the ages
Be engraved upon your heart.
It will bring a night of sleeping
Filled with dreams of pure delight
With your soul in heaven’s keeping
As you travel through the night.