An Evening Prayer

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 19, 1911

To-night I lay my burden by, As one who rests beside the road, And from his weary back unbinds The overwhelming load.

I kneel by hidden pools of prayer— Still waters fraught with healing power; In God's green pasture I abide This longed-for hour.

I know that day must bid me face Courageously my task again, Serving with steady hand and heart My fellow men.

To hold my sorrow in the dark, To fight my fear, to hide my pain, And never for one hour to dream The toil is vain—

This be to-morrow; now, to-night, Great, pitying Father, I would be Forgiven, uplifted, loved, renewed, Alone with Thee. —Selected.