Hymn 81

 A song for morning or evening.


Lam.
 3:23; Isa.
 45:7.
 

God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distill 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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