THE LOVE OF GOD
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 curtain of the night,
Great guardians of my sleeping hours;
Though 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 Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
- Issac Watts-
