Now that day is over night is drawing, night shadows of the evening is stealing across the sky....Jesus, give the weary calm and sweet response. With thy tenderest blessings may mine eyelids close when the morning wakens, then may I arise, Pure, and fresh and sinless....In thy holy eyes I will look...
Glory to the Lord... Glory to the son...and to thee blest spirit...While all ages run...Glenda McMahan