An Evening Prayer

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An Evening Prayer

I am a bubble

Upon thy ever-moving, resting sea:

Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!

Take me down into thee.

Give me thy peace.

My heart is aching with unquietness:

Oh, make its inharmonious beating cease!

Thy hand upon it press.

My Night! my Day!

Swift night and day betwixt, my world doth reel:

Potter, take not thy hand from off the clay

That whirls upon thy wheel.

O Heart, I cry

For love and life, pardon and hope and strength!

O Father, I am thine; I shall not die,

But I shall sleep at length!