Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By II. Saviour, breathe an evening blessingJames Edmeston (17911867)
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Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing,
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal;
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe, if Thou art nigh.
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
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Watchest where Thy people be:
Should swift death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.