Oftentimes when I meet former students of mine they insist on reciting the prayer for me that we used to say in the morning before class:
Father, we thank Thee for the night,
and for the blessed morning light,
for rest and food and loving care,
and all that makes the world so fair.
Help us to do the things we should,
to be to others kind and good.
In all we do, in all we say,
to grow more loving every day.