Poems (Kimball)/All's Well
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ALL'S WELL.
THE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep, My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine. Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep This little life of mine.
With loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed, And cool in rest my burning pilgrim-feet; Thy pardon be the pillow for my head; So shall my sleep be sweet.
At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake; All's well, whichever side the grave for me The morning light may break.