A Song for Morning or Evening.

—Isaac Watts.

‘They are new every morning.’ —Lamentations 3:23.

MY God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;

And morning mercies, from above,

Gently distil like early dew.


Thou spread’st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;

Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my drowsy powers.


I yield my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;

Perpetual blessings from thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.


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