When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame,
And all the weary world to read more

When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame,
And all the weary world to sleep are gane.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished read more

Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.

There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of read more

There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of Commons.

Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who read more

Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who found you
Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.

Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God read more

Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God of
Jacob;
Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up
into my bed;
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for the Lord, an habitation for the mighty
God of Jacob.

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a read more

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'

I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.

I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep."