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The day is gone,—the silent nightInvites me to my peaceful bed;But, Lord, I know that it is rightTo thank Thee, ere I rest my head.For my good meals and pleasant hours,That I have had this present day,Let me exert my infant powersTo praise Thee, nor forget to pray.Thou art most good. I can’t tell allThat Thou hast ever done for me;My Shepherd, now on Thee I call,From dangers still preserve me free.[Pg 020]If I’ve been naughty on this day,Oh! make me sorry for my fault;Do Thou forgive, and teach the wayTo follow Jesus as I ought.And now I’ll lay me down to rest,Myself,—my friends,—all safely keep;May Thy great name be ever blest,Both when we wake, and when we sleep.
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