Mother’s Evening Prayer
4:1O gentle presence, peace and joy
O Life divine, that owns each
Thou Love that guards the nestling’s falter‐ing flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
“Lo, I am with you alway,” — watch and
5:1No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled
When heaven’s aftersmile earth’s tear-drops
And mother finds her home and heav’nly