Dear God, another day is done
And I have seen the golden sun
Swing in the arch from east to west
And sink behind the pines to rest.
I thank Thee that Thou gavest me
The power of sight that I may see
The tinted glories of Thy skies,
An earthly glimpse of Paradise;
The Power to hear the evening breeze
Swelling in organ harmonies;
The power to fell the tender grasp
Of Loving hands in friendship’s clasp;
I thank Thee for these gifts to me;
But one thing more I ask of Thee:
From out Thy bounteous, gracious hand
Give me the power to understand,
To understand- to Sympathize –
To note the pain in others’ eyes;
To have the power rightly to read.
And this I humbly ask of Thee
Because I know Thou lovest me.