| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. “Saviour, breathe an evening blessing” | | By James Edmeston (1791–1867) |
| | | SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, | |
| Ere repose our spirits seal; | |
| Sin and want we come confessing, | |
| Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal; | |
| Though destruction walk around us, | 5 |
| Though the arrow past us fly, | |
| Angel-guards from Thee surround us; | |
| We are safe, if Thou art nigh. | |
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| Though the night be dark and dreary, | |
| Darkness cannot hide from Thee; | 10 |
| Thou art HE, who, never weary, | |
| Watchest where Thy people be: | |
| Should swift death this night o’ertake us, | |
| And our couch become our tomb, | |
| May the morn in heaven awake us, | 15 |
| Clad in light and deathless bloom. | | | | |
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