Evening Hymn

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Evening Hymn

O God, whose daylight leadeth down

Into the sunless way,

Who with restoring sleep dost crown

The labour of the day!

What I have done, Lord, make it clean

With thy forgiveness dear;

That so to-day what might have been,

To-morrow may appear.

And when my thought is all astray,

Yet think thou on in me;

That with the new-born innocent day

My soul rise fresh and free.

Nor let me wander all in vain

Through dreams that mock and flee;

But even in visions of the brain,

Go wandering toward thee.