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Hymn 81

 A song for morning or evening.
3:23; Isa.
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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