Prayer

At evening I would pray to Thee,When shadows round my pathway fallAnd the betrayer greeteth me,Some erring sense material,And fear and hate around me throng.Oh, may that Mind then dwell in me,And may that Spirit make me strong,That watched above Gethsemane.In patience and humilityAt evening I would pray to Thee.

At morning I would pray to Thee,When the first beams of Truth appearAnd turning from the tomb I seeThe risen Christ, who standeth near,And Love’s communion table spread.May that sweet presence comfort me,As long ago it comfortedThe fishermen of Galilee.In joy and high expectancyAt morning I would pray to Thee.

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