32. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. FAT ATHER of all, in every age, By saint, by savage, or by sage, Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, — that thou art good, And that myself am blind, What conscience dictates to be done, This teach me more than hell to shun, If I am right, thy grace impart Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's woe, This day be bread and peace my lot: Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; To Thee whose temple is all space; 33. EVENING PRAYER. Pope. BE EFORE I close my eyes to-night, Have I been gentle, lowly, meek, And the small voice of conscience heard? When passion tempted me to speak, Have I repressed the angry word? Have I with cheerful zeal obeyed What my kind parents bade me do, And not by word or action said The thing that was not strictly true? In hard temptation's troubled hour, O Thou who seest all my heart! Wilt thou forgive, and love me still? Mrs. Follen. 34. THE DAY AND THE NIGHT ARE THINE. FADD ADING, still fading, the last beam is shining. Father in heaven! the day is declining: Thine is the darkness, as thine is the light: We trust thee by day, and we trust thee by night. From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield us from danger, and guard us from crime. Father of mercy, oh! hear thou our prayer. Father in heaven, oh! hear when we call, Let us sleep on thy breast while the night-taper burns, And wake in thine arms when the morning returns. Father of mercies, oh! hear thou our prayer. 35. AN EVENING SONG. ORD, a happy child of thine, Leaning on thy tender care, O my Father, Guardian true! Anna L. Waring. 36. REST. THE HE daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean; The sun has gone down o'er the slumbering sea; And now, in the hush of life's fitful commotion, We lift our tired spirits, blest Father! to thee. Oh! when our feet stumble upon the dark mountains, Or sink in the stormy and treacherous wave, Or seek in the desert in vain for the fountains, Be near in the darkness to help and to save. And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow Shall toss our frail bark, driving wild o'er night's deep, Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our pillow, And shield us from evil, though death watch our sleep. 37. SONG OF THE NIGHT. FATH ATHER supreme, thou high and holy One! Now, when the burden of the day is gone,- |