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An Evening Prayer

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 24, 1914

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 41, No. 7.

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An Evening Prayer

By C. P. Bollman

"Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and He shall hear my voice." Ps. 55:17.
TAKE me into sacred nearness to Thyself, O Lord, As westward sinks the setting sun. O, give me that sweet sense of rest That comes from moral vict'ry won — Through Thee.
Forgive, O Lord, the failures of the day. I know myself imperfect in Thy sight. A sense of debt is always with me, Lord; And yet I rest securely in Thy might — Because 'tis Thee.
My heart, my life, my all I've given Thee, Because Thou hast so bidden me; And now I come on bended knee, And ask that I anew be made — Like unto Thee.
Grant me secure to rest beneath Thy wing; Make Thou with joy my heart to sing, As to sweet hope I humbly cling, And grateful tribute gladly bring To Thee, Thou matchless Saviour King — Forever mine.
C. P. BOLLMAN