At Bedtime by Byron Woodward Goodsell

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 15, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 32.

At Bedtime

By Byron Woodward Goodsell

Dear Saviour, I ask Thee to let me now pray For Thy gracious presence to cheer my dark way, And for Thy rich blessings to follow me still. Altho undeserving, I bow to Thy will.

To Thee all may come, and with sincerest thought, Give thanks for Thy mercies, so earnestly sought; Thy pardoning power for our weaknesses bear, As truly acknowledged to Thee in this prayer.

I ask Thee to listen with mercy and love, To grant final entrance to mansions above; Tho a creature of circumstance, still do I ask For Thy loving presence to lighten my task,

That daily and hourly increases my needs, And Thy smile and compassion wipe out my misdeeds, That but for forgiveness and love for mankind, My nights would be sleepless, and worried my mind.

Remember my loved ones, so far, far away, And keep them in safety by night and by day. I go to my pillow for slumber and rest, But not without naming Thee, Holiest, Best.

Chicago, Illinois.