When I lay down to sleep at night
I know my works could all be done
The hand of death could touch my sight
And hide from me the morning sun.
Its solemn bell tonight could chime
For life is winding down for me
I now could go to sleep in time
And wake up in eternity.
But I have reservations made
For one of Heaven’s golden rooms
Where now the tree of life arrayed
In everlasting splendor blooms.
So I will go to sleep in peace
For I have kept my Lord’s commands
And if my soul should find release
I’ll trust its flight to angel hands.