Classic Poem

My Father, God of life and light,
Ere evening's hour hath ebbed away,
Before thy throne of grace to-night
I offer up this closing day.

I bring thee all this day hath brought,
Its storms and sunshine, joy and pain;
Its every word and deed and thought;
Its hope and fear, its loss and gain.

I lay before thy pitying gaze
Its joys to bless, its wounds to cure;
I bring it all to speak thy praise,
And tell of thy compassion sure.

On eyes that weep, on hearts that bleed,
May all thy richest blessings fall!
I ask thy help for all in need,
And asking this, I pray for all.