On reading at night

Stack them all upon my head
as I down drowsy on this bed
do beg for eyes of light and day
instead of deep top deathlids sway
and sink in shades of pages grey;
all worlds within the waters weigh
a-tempting drifting, Jesus pray
my life come more than Jack no play;
please prop me up and help me stay
even, upright, night I may
enjoy the swash and ocean spray
yet keep the tide of books at bay.
  If all is gift, no gain when dead,
  a page into my dreams I’ll thread.

For wife and child

Creator God of blessings great,
O Fount of life within my mate!
You knit such wonders small and neat
your mighty power must complete.

Be pleased to form, where none can peer,
the baby’s bones and spirit. Steer
and safe preserve my wife from ill
and frights which might this heartbeat still.

Please bless this child in flesh and mind.
Elect and reckon wholly thine,
on loan to us to love and rear;
endue its heart with holy fear.

Do sanctify from life’s first light
this cherished child to bless your sight
and grant my wife your Spirit’s care,
with patient faith to help her bear

the punishment for sin of Eve,
then after labour, Lord relieve
and cover pain with greater joy
as first she holds our girl or boy.

Lord, set this babe to cry out strong!
And let its joyful days be long,
all lived beneath the Father’s wing
with hope and faith in Christ the King.