1 Savior, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing;
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
2 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe, if Thou art nigh.
3 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He who, never weary,
Watches where Thy people be.
4 Should swift death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heav'n awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
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First Line: | Savior, breathe an evening blessing |
Meter: | 8, 7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Evening |