O Lord, Who, when Thy cross was nigh, Didst wake and pray as night went by, Thy gentle sleep like dew once more Upon my head I pray Thee pour. One little heap of days for me Is measured out by God's decree; And one day from that little heap Is gone as I lie down to sleep. And I know not how soon the tale Of my few days and short may fail;-- O God, whene'er!--for Thy dear Son, Me, even me, have mercy on! O strange, that as I kneel and pray, He from His throne hears all I say! --Give me but what for me is best:-- This is enough: Thou know'st the rest. O sleepless Shepherd of the sheep, Now fold me in, and bid me sleep: From evil safe, and night's alarms, Nursed in Thine everlasting arms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH FELIX OPPORTUNITATE MORTIS by ALFRED AUSTIN SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE TO W.A. AND H.H. ON THEIR DEPARTURE TO EUROPE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE KING VICTOR EMANUEL ENTERS FLORENCE, APRIL, 1860 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |