Poems (Cook)/A Sabbath Evening Song
A SABBATH EVENING SONG.
God on earth! and God in heaven!God! who gave one day in sevenUnto Man, that he might restWith thy mercy in his breast.God of Goodness! I am kneelingIn my spirit's deep revealing;Fervently to give thee praiseFor the peace of Sabbath days.Calm and tranquil thou hast madeThis soft hour of twilight shade,And I ask thee, in thy might,To be "watchman of my night."
Let me thank thee, let me own,At the footstool of thy throne,All my grateful joy and love,Drawn from hopes that point above;Let me lay my heart before thee,And with holy trust implore theeTo forgive its human blot,Gather'd in its human lot.Listen, Father! to my singing,Like a child to thee I'm clinging;If I wander, guide me right,Be thou watchman of my night!"
Let me ask thee ere I sleep,To remember those who weep,Those who moan with some wild sorrow,That shall dread to meet the morrow;Let me ask thee to abideAt the fainting, sick one's side,Where the plaints of anguish riseIn smother'd groans and weary sighs;Give them strength to brook and bearTrial-pain, and trial-care;Let them see thy saving light;Be thou "watchman of their night!"
God of all; thou knowest well,Myriads of thy children dwellHere among us, lone and blind,In the midnight of the mind;Well thou knowest how they needWords to teach and hand to lead;Well thou knowest that they sin,For the want of light within;They grope and fall, and men refuseTo raise them up and "bind the bruise;"But thou, O God! in judgment's might,Be thou "watchman of their night!"
God of mercy! God of grace!Keep me worthy of my place.Let my harpstrings ne'er be heardWhen they jar with thy plain word;Should the world's fair pitfall take me,Father! do not thou forsake me;Let repentance cleanse the stain,And call me back to truth again;Father: Infinite and Just!Shine upon my path of dust,Lead me in the noontide light,And be thou "watchman of my night!"