Lord, I have passed another day, And come to thank Thee for Thy care; Forgive my faults in work and play, And listen to my evening prayer. Thy favor gives me daily bread, And friends, who all my wants supply; And safely now I rest my head. Preserved and guarded by Thine eye. Look down in pity, and forgive Whate'er I've said or done amiss; And help me, every day I live. To serve Thee better than on this. Now, while I speak, be pleased to take A helpless child beneath Thy care; And condescend, for Jesus' sake, To listen to my evening prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |