Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.VII

II.VII. An evening hymn

1 [Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the off'rings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Thro' all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepar'd.]

3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,
But O how few returns of love,
Hath my Creator found?

4 What have I done for him that dy'd
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiply'd,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine,
To thy dear cross I flee,
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

Text Information

• First Line: Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
• Title: An evening hymn
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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