A Child's Hymn Poem by Charles Dickens
A Child's Hymn
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.
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
The Angels would surely guide and guard the little child and bestow ample blessings! Charles Dickens, a great author with a lovely prayer!
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. Humble prayer before the Almighty Father.....
A prayer in verse form makes it easer to put to memory and gives an added pleasure to recite.
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10/8/2024 9:13:32 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poem could not of said it better! If I said it myself