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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 21, 1914

Eventide

By F. J. Taylor

F. J. TAYLOR

FATHER, eventide has come, And I pray thee take me home. Have I failed to do my best? Yet I come to thee for rest.

Gleaning in the fields of toil, Have I left some wheat to spoil, So that some might want for bread? Some kind word have left unsaid?

Have I left some heart in grief Where I might have brought relief? Failed the needy to befriend? Failed a helping hand to lend?

I have tried with earnest heart Faithfully to do my part; Yet some days have seemed so long, Days when right gave place to wrong;

Days when everything in life Seemed but one continual strife; Days with cross so hard to bear That I yielded to despair.

I've had days of sunshine, too: Bright flowers by my pathway grew; Their sweet faces kissed with dew Seemed to wake my heart anew.

Father, does the setting sun Find my work but poorly done? Still, O, take me home to thee, Where I long so much to be!