Charles Dickens

(7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870 / Landport, Portsea)

A Child's Hymn - Poem by Charles Dickens

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
Till Thy angels bid me home.

Comments about A Child's Hymn by Charles Dickens

  • (1/12/2016 8:00:00 AM)

    Dickens is one of the best human's that ever lived! His poems and stories helped the rich victorians develop a better attitude concerning the filthy poor. Great and gentle poem (Report) Reply

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  • Leslie Sharp (1/4/2015 8:16:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem could not of said it better! If I said it myself (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 4, 2010

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