6,6,8,6 Lord, let my evening prayer As incense sweet ascend; And while I lift my hands to Thee, From heaven in mercy bend. For in Thy name I hope, And brightness floods my way; The night departs, and clouds that roll, And threaten with dismay. And in Thy name I trust, To find Thy promise sure; Thy cov'nant like the mountains strong, That evermore endure. Now, at this evening hour, My hope and trust renew; Refresh me as the earth that drinks The cool refreshing dew. And when the morning wakes, Awake my soul, I pray, That in Thy strength goes forth to bear The burdens of the day. |