Psalm 4:2. 3 4 5 8. C. M.
An evening Psalm.
Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray
I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
And while I rest my weary head
From cares and business free,
‘Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
Thus with my thoughts compos’d to peace
I’ll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.