A Song for Morning or Evening, Lam. 3 23 Isa. 45 7 |
1 My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. 2 Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 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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