Poems (Holmes)/An Evening Hymn

by Alice Ann Holmes

An Evening Hymn.

Oh, Heavenly Father, deign to hear
 My evening song of praise;
For nightly, with a grateful heart,
 To Thee my voice I'll raise.

Though sore affliction day by day
 Shall all my paths attend,
Yet still, oh God, at eventide,
 Before Thy shrine I'll bend;

And there, oh there, I will pour out
 My inmost soul to Thee,
Whose never-failing springs of love
 Are open still to me.

And Thine assistance, Lord, I'll ask,
 That I may rightly pay
The tribute which each night I owe
 For mercies of the day.

And through His all-sufficient name
 I trust to gain Thy love,
Who for my sins was crucified,
 That I might dwell above.

And when, O Lord, the night of death
 Shall steal upon my frame,
Oh, may my soul in heaven awake,
 To praise the Saviour's name.

For 'tis for His dear sake alone,
 That Thou canst justly hear
The homage which frail mortals pay,
 When they to Thee draw near.