SONGS FOR THE

EVENING.

And now the day is ending,
With all its toils and care;
My heart to heaven 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 even,
I pray the Lord most holy,
That I may be forgiven.
His bleeding love most precious,
I now recall to mind:
The Lord is ever gracious,
And pitiful, and kind.

While I, my sins confessing,
Implore his pardoning 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.

 

 

Hastings’ “ Nursery Songs.”