“Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep”.

“Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep”.
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“Now I lay me down to sleep:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,”L
Was my childhood’s early prayer,
Taught by my mother’s love and care.
Many years since they have fled:
Mother slumbers with the dead;
Yet methinks I see her now,
With love-llt ove and holy brow,
As kneeling by her alde to pray,
She gently taught me how to say:
“Now I lay me down to sleep:
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”

O, could the faith of childhood days,
O, could its little hymns of praise,
O, could its aimple joyous trust
Be recreated from the dust
That lles around a wasted life,
The fruit of many a bitter strifel
Oht then at night in prayer I’d bend,
And call my God, my Father, Friend,
And pray with childlike faitli once more
The prayer my mother taught of
“Now I lay me down to sleep;
I pray the Lord tou houd to keep.”