My God, how endless is thy love

My 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 slumbering powers.

I yield my powers to thy command,
to thee I consecrate my days:
perpetual blessings from thine hand
demand perpetual songs of praise.

Words: Isaac Watts, 1709

Music: Wareham

Meter: LM

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