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ALL 'S WELL.
THE day is ended. Ere I fink to sleep,
1 My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine ; Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep
This little life of mine.
With loving kindness curtain Thou my bed,
And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet; Thy pardon be the pillow for my head, —
So shall my sleep be sweet.
At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee,
No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake; All's well, whichever side the grave for me The morning light may break!
H. McEwen Kimball.
L EAR my prayer, O Heavenly Father,
Round my bed their vigil keep.
Great my fins are, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them every one; Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.
Keep me through this night of peril,
Underneath its boundless shade ; Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made !
None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought; None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy holy Son hath wrought.
TORD, a happy child of Thine,
L Patient in the love of Thee, In the light, the life divine,
Lives and walks at liberty.
Leaning on Thy tender care
Thou hast led my soul aright;
Joyful is my song to-night.
O my Saviour, Guardian true,
All my life is Thine to keep;
A. L. Waring.
In vain that soul attempteth aught,
And spends her thoughts in vain, Who by or in herself hath sought
Defired peace to gain.
Forgive Thou me, that when my mind
Oppressed begun to be,
Before I came to Thee,
Unworthy though I am,
George Wither. 1641.
A WAKE, my soul, awake to prayer ; M1 Thy vigil of the night prepare : Now all around is dark and still, Angels defending us from ill.
The time to sacred thought is dear,
It seems to plead with gentle breath;
I came to suffer in thy stead;
Thus silent hours of darkness prove Remembrancers of Jesus' love; While constancy in prayer we learn From each succeeding night's return.