Poems (Holmes)/An Evening Hymn
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 payThe 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 hearThe homage which frail mortals pay, When they to Thee draw near.