The White Paternoster
On going to sleep, think that it is the sleep of Death and that you may be summoned to the Day of the Mountain of Judgment and say:
I lay me down with God;
May He rest here also,
His Guardian arms around my head,
Christ’s Cross my limbs below.
Where wouldst, thou lay thee down?
’Twixt Mary and her Son—
Brigit and her bright mantle,
Colomb and his shield handle,
God and His strong Right Hand.
At morn where wouldst thou rise?
With Patrick to the skies.