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154. Midnight Meditation

1 Thy daily mercies, oh my God,
My waking thoughts employ;
And while I meditate on thee,
My heart is fill'd with joy.

2 Thou giv'st me rest upon my bed,
Soft slumbers to my eyes,
Thy goodness is again renew'd,
When in the morn I rise.

3 Throughout the bus'ness of the day,
Thine arm doth me uphold;
Amidst the terrors of the night,
Thy presence makes me bold.

4 Whether in sickness or in health,
Thy grace doth me sustain;
Let me, oh Lord, thy favour have,
And I shall ne'er complain.

5 Aided by thee, I need not fear
The pow'rs of rich or great;
Their pomp and wealth I covet not,
Nor envy all their state.

6 Although the fig tree blossom not,
Nor vineyard yield increase,
In thee, my Saviour, and my God,
to joy I will not cease.

7 Although the world by storms be toss'd,
And crumble into dust;
Yet still in thee, my only hope,
I will securely trust.

Text Information
First Line: Thy daily mercies, oh my God
Title: Midnight Meditation
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
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