Savior, breathe an evening blessing, ere repose our spirits seal; sin and want we come confessing; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Though destruction walk around us, though the arrows past us fly,
Angel guards from Thee surround us; we are safe, if Thou art nigh.
Though the night be dark and dreary, darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He who, never weary, watches where Thy people be.
Blessed Spirit, brooding o’er us, chase the darkness of our night,
Till the perfect day before us breaks in everlasting light.
Linking with Sandra today …