Evening Prayer

Evening Prayer

O Lord, most merciful, Father of my soul, I cry to thee; At eventide, secluded and alone, I bow the knee. and wandered far afield, I've greatly sinned Pray give me rest; As night comes on I yearn to lay my head Upon thy breast. Through this dark night on thee I shall repose, And to thee cling, As wanderer finds amid the gath'ring gloom A mother's wing. Condone, O Lord, my tardy thought of thee I plead for grace! - Help me to live by faith; and, dying, see , Thy blessed face. Raymond, Alta, Canada Charles F. Steele