An evening song.
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And now another day is gone, I'll sing my Maker's praise! My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. |
But how my childhood runs to waste My sins how great their sum! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. |
I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head; And, through the hours of darkness, keep Their watch around my head. |
With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. |