O Lord, Who, when Thy cross was nigh, Didst wake and pray as night went by, Thy gentle sleep like dew once more Upon my head I pray Thee pour. One little heap of days for me Is measured out by God's decree; And one day from that little heap Is gone as I lie down to sleep. And I know not how soon the tale Of my few days and short may fail;-- O God, whene'er!--for Thy dear Son, Me, even me, have mercy on! O strange, that as I kneel and pray, He from His throne hears all I say! --Give me but what for me is best:-- This is enough: Thou know'st the rest. O sleepless Shepherd of the sheep, Now fold me in, and bid me sleep: From evil safe, and night's alarms, Nursed in Thine everlasting arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS REMINISCENCE by DOROTHY ALLISON QUATRAIN by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |