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 darknes, keep
Their watch around my bed.
With cheerful heart I close mine eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise,
Rejoicing in thy love.
|First Line:||And now another day is gone|
|Title:||An Evening Song|