A child kneels in prayer. Father dear, I humbly bow
By my little bedside now.
Thou hast kept me through the night,
Till the morning, clear and bright;
Thou hast given rest and sleep;
Thou dost e’er a vigil keep
Through the silent hours of night
While the stars and moon are bright.
Blessed Father, through the storm
Thou hast kept me from all harm;
And thy loving hand is near,
Guarding me from harm and fear.
Help me now, I ask of thee,
That my daily walk may be
Like a little Christian true,
In my words, and actions too;
Keep me from all harm again
As thou didst last night. Amen.
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