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 the 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!
by Harriet McEwen Kimball
