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A SUFFERING CHRISTIAN'S PRAYER.
“My Father, say ‘Good night’ unto Thy child!”And let Thy blessing bring me the repose
I sorely need, and my tired eyelids close
In balmy slumber and oblivion mild.
Oh, banish evil dreams and fancies wild—
Sad shadows, it may be, of bygone woes;
And give me rest—image of peace which flows
Through Jesus from a Father reconciled.
“My Father, say ‘Good morning’ to Thy child!”
And let Thy smile bring comfort for the morrow;
Give me a conscience calm and undefiled,
A courage strong to cope with pain and sorrow;
“The day is Thine,” O Lord, “the night is Thine,”
And Thou, through grace and promises, art mine!
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