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THE Creeps on the night;
The twinkling stars come one by one
And 'neath Thy wings we rest secure
HE sun declines; o'er land and sea
I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for Thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.'
mp 2 Forgive the wrong this day we've done, Or thought, or said;
Each moment with its good or ill
O Father, in Thy mercy great
When I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.'
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows:
Onward to darkness and to death we tend:
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
Its glories wane, its pageants fade away: