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And Father, in thy boundless love,
Make me, this day, thy care.
Thoughts at Sun-set.
The sun hath gone to rest,
The bee forsakes the flower,
The bird doth hasten to its nest
Within the leafy bower.
Where have I been this day?
Into what follies run?
Forgive me, Father, when I pray
Through Jesus Christ, thy Son.
When all my days are o'er,
And in the tomb I rest,
Oh, may my happy spirit soar
Up to a Saviour's breast.
