O God, whose daylight leadeth down <br />Into the sunless way, <br />Who with restoring sleep dost crown <br />The labour of the day! <br /> <br />What I have done, Lord, make it clean <br />With thy forgiveness dear; <br />That so to-day what might have been, <br />To-morrow may appear. <br /> <br />And when my thought is all astray, <br />Yet think thou on in me; <br />That with the new-born innocent day <br />My soul rise fresh and free. <br /> <br />Nor let me wander all in vain <br />Through dreams that mock and flee; <br />But even in visions of the brain, <br />Go wandering toward thee.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-hymn-2/
