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ave pity  on  me,  you at least,  my  friends!

No, not  with  death true love,  true  pity  ends.

Your prayers  can  still  assist me on  my  way.

Take pity  on  me,  O  dear friends, and  pray.

UR hearts  were  made for Thee,  O  Lord!

And restless  must  they be

Until — O Lord,  this  grace accord!

Until they  rest  in  Thee.

nother day  is  ended;

How many  more  to live?

Alas, too  many  wasted!

My God,  forgive,  forgive.

ood night, my Guardian Angel!

The day  has  sped away;

Well spent  or  ill,  its  story

Is written  down  for  aye.

And now,  of  God's  kind providence

Thou image pure and bright!

Watch o'er  me  while sleeping —

My Angel  dear,  good night!

ead, kindly  Light, amid the  encircling gloom,

Lead Thou  me  on!

The night  is  dark,  and  I  am far  from  home.

Lead Thou  me  on!

Keep Thou  my  feet;  I  do not  ask  to  see

The   distant  scene — one step enough  for  me.

I was  not  ever  thus,  nor pray'd that  Thou

Shouldst lead  me  on.

I loved  to  choose  and  see my path,  but  now Lead Thou  me  on!

I loved  the  garish  day,  and, spite of  fears,

Pride ruled  my  will:  remember not  past  years.