EVENING.
And now the day is ending,
With all its toil and care:
My voice to heav'n ascending
Shall offer praise and prayer:
The Lord is ever mindful
Of those who seek his face;
And children weak and sinful,
May feel his saving grace.
For all my sin and folly,
This day from morn to e'en,
I pray the Lord most holy,
That I may be forgiv'n.
His bleeding love so precious,
I now recall to mind:
The Lord is ever gracious,
And pitiful and kind.
While I, my sins confessing,
Implore his pard'ning love;
I'll praise him for each blessing
Descending from above;
Ingratitude, so hateful—
O! keep me from that sin;
Lord make me truly grateful,
And cleanse my soul within.
HAPPY CHILD.
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Happy, happy child am I,
On a mother's arms to lie,
Or to rest my weary head
On a soft and downy bed,
Beneath her gentle eye:
While she kneels beside me there,
Teaching me a holy pray'r.
But the little heathen child,
Naked, ignorant and wild,
Has no home or downy bed,
Where to rest his aching head,
Or mother's arms to shield.
She no prayer of love can say,
Heathen mothers will not pray.