p. 14 | Evening Meditation by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Oct 9, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 41.

Evening Meditation

By Max Hill

A MOMENT before I seek my bed, A moment for silent thought; A moment to ponder the words I've said, To measure what I have wrought; To think of the deeds of the hours sped, The good that each hour has brought; To meditate, silently, alone, On all of God's goodness to me shown In guiding and keeping along the way, His mercies abounding thru all the day.

So little have I of good to show For labors that I have done; So far from the way my feet would go, So prone in wrong paths to run; So feeble my efforts, and O, so slow; So few for the Master won; Yet ever His promises I claim, And kneeling I call upon His name; And sorrow and doubt and worry cease, For unto my soul He speaketh peace.