A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CCXXXV

CCXXXV. Evening

1 Dread Ssov'reign let my ev'ning 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: Evening
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Funeral Occasions
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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