A Child's Hymn

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
Till Thy angels bid me home.

by Charles Dickens

Comments (4)

Sandra, I do not understand what you mean by prose rhyme. This is an old fashioned, all-rhyme poem. Last time I looked it was. And I would not want to take Nicole's photo, see below. H
Well, I liked your words and the message, kind of a prose/rhyme piece. And you said it very well. And RC is right about the imagry. Nicole? ? Well, just don't take her picture...
No RC, I am a Kraut from the old school, even did a stint in the good old USA. I like the Nicole Kidman in the movie Dead Calm, that did things to me and temporarily made me forget the celluloid love of my life....Kelly McGillis, now there is....(for another poem.) H
some terrific imagery- have you always lived in Australia? Do you have Nicole Kidman's number?