He Giveth His Beloved Sleep

Sorrow and care may meet,
The tempest cloud may low’r,
The surge of sin may beat
Upon earth’s troubled shore;
God doth His own in safety keep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep.

The din of war may roll,
With all her raging flight,
Grief may oppress the soul,
Throughout the weary nigh;
God doth His own in safety keep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep.

In childhood’s winsome page,
In manhood’s joyous bloom,
In feebleness and age,
In death’s dark gathering gloom,
God will His own in safety keep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep,
He giveth His belovèd sleep.

Author: Unknown

This appears to be a 19th-century hymn based on Psalm 127:2. No well-known author (such as Elizabeth Barrett Browning, who wrote a poem of the same title) matches these exact lyrics. It is likely by an obscure hymn-writer and is sometimes found in collections without attribution.