Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening,
Steal across the sky.
Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose,
With Thy tend’rest blessing,
May our eyelids close.
The man in our picture is slowly wending his homeward way after a hard day’s work in the sun. We may expect that when he reaches that pleasant little white house in the distance, his family will be glad to see him, and a good supper is ready for him. We hope he will thank the Father of all mercies for the many blessings He daily bestows. You know it is God who maketh the plants to grow. He sendeth the rain and sunshine, “for the earth, which drinketh in the rain that cometh oft upon it, and bringeth forth herbs meet for them by whom it is dressed, receiveth blessing from God.” Heb. 6-7.
“Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below.”
ML 07/25/1909