Now condescend, Almighty King, To bless this little throng; And kindly listen while we sing Our pleasant evening song. We come to own the power Divine That watches o'er our days; For this our feeble voices join In hymns of cheerful praise. Before Thy sacred footstool, see We bend in humble prayer, A happy little family, To ask Thy tender care. May we in safety sleep to-night, From every danger free, Because the darkness and the light Are both alike to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 91 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY THE VIGILANTES by MARGARET ELIZA ASHMUN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 112 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE by EDWARD CARPENTER |