An evening song. [Dread Sovereign! let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings of my tongue To reach the lofty skies. Through all the dangers of the day Thy hand was still my guard, And still to drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepared.] Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But O how few returns of love Hath my Creator found! What have I done for him that died To save my wretched soul? How are my follies multiplied, Fast as my minutes roil Lord, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear cross I flee; And to thy grace my soul resign, To be renewed by thee. Sprinkled afresh with pard`ning blood, I lay me down to rest, As in th` embraces of my God, Or on my Savior`s breast.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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