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XLIII
A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN
O lord Who, when Thy cross was nigh,
Didst wake and pray as night went by,
Thy gentle sleep like dew once more
Upon my head I pray Thee pour.
Didst wake and pray as night went by,
Thy gentle sleep like dew once more
Upon my head I pray Thee pour.
One little heap of days for me
Is measured out by God's decree;
And one day from that little heap
Is gone as I lie down to sleep.
Is measured out by God's decree;
And one day from that little heap
Is gone as I lie down to sleep.
And I know not how soon the tale
Of my few days and short may fail:—
O God, whene'er!—for Thy dear Son,
Me, even me, have mercy on!
Of my few days and short may fail:—
O God, whene'er!—for Thy dear Son,
Me, even me, have mercy on!
O strange, that as I kneel and pray,
He from His throne hears all I say!
—Give me but what for me is best:—
This is enough: Thou know'st the rest.
He from His throne hears all I say!
—Give me but what for me is best:—
This is enough: Thou know'st the rest.
O sleepless Shepherd of the sheep,
Now fold me in, and bid me sleep:
From evil safe, and night's alarms,
Nursed in Thine everlasting arms.
Now fold me in, and bid me sleep:
From evil safe, and night's alarms,
Nursed in Thine everlasting arms.
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