O Lord, another day is flown, <br />And we, a lonely band, <br />Are met once more before thy throne, <br />To bless thy fostering hand. <br /> <br />And wilt thou bend a listening ear, <br />To praises low as ours? <br />Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear <br />The song which meekness pours. <br /> <br />And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, <br />As we before thee pray; <br />For thou didst bless the infant train, <br />And we are less than they. <br /> <br />O let thy grace perform its part, <br />And let contention cease; <br />And shed abroad in every heart <br />Thine everlasting peace! <br /> <br />Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine, <br />A flock by Jesus led; <br />The Sun of Holiness shall shine <br />In glory on our head. <br /> <br />And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, <br />And thou wilt bless our way; <br />Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet <br />The dawn of lasting day.<br /><br />Henry Kirke White<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-for-family-worship-2/
