Evening Hymn

Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shewn, Oh! let my grateful praise and pray'r Ascend before thy throne. What mercies has this day bestow'd, How largely hast thou blest, My cup with plenty overflow'd, And with content my breast. Safe, 'midst a thousand latent snares, Thy careful hand has led, And now, exempt from anxious cares, I press the downy bed. I fall this night into thy arms, Which I have prov'd so kind; Oh! keep my body from all harms, And from all sins my mind. Let balmy slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking fancy rise, To meditate on thee. So bless each future day and night 'Till life's fond scene is o'er, And then, to realms of endless light, Oh! aid my soul to soar.