Poem by George MacDonald

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. 

1. To S. F. S.
2. The Gospel Women. 2. The Woman that lifted up her Voice
3. A. M. D
4. The Unseen Face
5. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites

Anne Lynch Botta Evening Hymn ("On the swift flying hours")

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