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| MY soul, a hymn of evening praise | |
| To God, thy kind preserver, raise, | |
| Whose hand this day hath guarded, fed | |
| And thousand blessings round me shed. | |
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| Forgive my sins this day, Oh Lord, | 5 |
| In thought or feeling, deed or word; | |
| And if in aught thy law I ’ve kept, | |
| My feeble efforts Lord accept. | |
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| While nature round is hush’d to rest, | |
| Let no vain thought disturb my breast; | 10 |
| Shed o’er my soul religion’s power, | |
| Serenely solemn as the hour. | |
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| Oh bid thy angels o’er me keep | |
| Their watch to shield me while I sleep, | |
| Till the fresh morn shall round me break, | 15 |
| Then with new vigor may I wake. | |
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| Yet think, my soul, another day | |
| Of thy short course has roll’d away; | |
| Ah think how soon in deepening shade | |
| Thy day of life itself shall fade. | 20 |
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| How soon death’s sleep my eyes must close | |
| Lock every sense in dread repose, | |
| And lay me ’mid the awful gloom | |
| And solemn silence of the tomb. | |
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| This very night, Lord, should it be, | 25 |
| Oh may my soul repose in thee, | |
| Till the glad morn in heaven shall rise, | |
| Then wake to triumph in the skies. | |
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