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  And Father, in thy boundless love, Make me, this day, thy care.

 

The sun hath gone to rest, The bee forsakes the flower, The bird doth hasten to its nest Within the leafy bower.

Where have I been this day? Into what follies run? Forgive me, Father, when I pray Through Jesus Christ, thy Son.

When all my days are o'er, And in the tomb I rest, Oh, may my happy spirit soar Up to a Saviour's breast.