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Let my sins be all forgiven!
Bless the friends I love so well! Take me, when I die, to Heaven; Happy, there with Thee to dwell.
A CHILD'S MORNING HYMN.
ONCE more the light of day I see;
My heart and voice in song to Thee Of gratitude and praise.
The "busy bee" ere this hath gone
O may I like the bee still strive
And store my mind, that richer hive,
The skylark from its lowly nest
My feeble voice and faltering tone
But Thou canst in my heart make known
Instruct me, then, to lift my heart
For all the gifts Thy bounty sends,
For food and clothing, home and friends,
Thus let me, Lord, confess the debt
A CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.
BEFORE I close my eyes in sleep,
Lord, hear my evening prayer ; And deign a helpless child to keep With Thy protecting care.
Though young in years,
That goodness gives each simple flower
And feeds it in night's darkest hour
Nor will Thy mercy less delight
Who through the darkness of the night
The little birds that sing all day
By Thee are clothed in plumage gay,
And when at night they cease to sing,
Their young ones sleep beneath their wing,
Thus may'st Thou guard with gracious arm
For night and day to Thee are one,