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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 19, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 42.

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Evening Prayer

By Harold W. Clark

HAROLD W. CLARK
Softly now the night falls o'er me; Swift the hours of daylight fly; Silently the coming evening Draws her shades across the sky: And I think of thee, my Father; Grant thy presence now to me; Let me feel thine arms of mercy, Giving comfort full and free.
Lonely is the world without thee, Worthless, dreary, comfortless; And the way grows dark before me, If thou art not here to bless. I am helpless, vile, and sinful; Thou my only help and stay; Thou canst cleanse and purify me; O, abide with me, I pray!
Gracious Father, in the heaven, List to this my prayer to thee: Guide me, bless and sanctify me, By thy power guard thou me: As the shadows thickly gather In this weary night below, Be thou near, thou great Jehovah; Send thy Spirit to me now.
South Lancaster, Mass.