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 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