Now condescend, Almighty King, To bless this little throng; And kindly listen while we sing Our pleasant evening song. We come to own the power Divine That watches o'er our days; For this our feeble voices join In hymns of cheerful praise. Before Thy sacred footstool, see We bend in humble prayer, A happy little family, To ask Thy tender care. May we in safety sleep to-night, From every danger free, Because the darkness and the light Are both alike to Thee. |