460b Gratitude
My God, how endless is Thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new; And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. I yield myself to Thy command; To Thee devote my nights and days: Perpetual blessings from Thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. |