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32. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
ATHER of all, in every age,
In every clime, adored By saint, by savage, or by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord; .
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,
Or warns me not to do,
That more than heaven pursue.
If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent;
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see: The mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
This day be bread and peace my lot :
All else beneath the sun
And let thy will be done.
To Thee - whose temple is all space;
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies One chorus let all beings raise,
All Nature's incense rise !
33. EVENING PRAYER.
EFORE I close my eyes to-night,
Nor thought my duty was a task ?
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,
Then have I stopped to think, and pray That God would give my soul the power
To chase the sinful thought away?
O Thou who seest all
THE DAY AND THE NIGHT ARE THINE.
Father in heaven! the day is declining :
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,
Patient through the love of thee,
Leaning on thy tender care,
O my Father, Guardian true!
Anna L. Waring. 36. REST.
THE daylight is fading o’er earth and o'er
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 moun
tains, 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
37. SONG OF THE NIGHT.
supreme, thou high and holy One!
To thee we bow,