“O spread thy cov’ring wings around,
Till all our wand’rings cease,
And at our Father’s lov’d abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
“Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble pray’rs implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
And portion evermore.”
The prayer was impressive and devout, fervent in its cry for light and strength and grace, simple and reverent.
GEORGE BROWN.