Lam. 3:23; Isa. 45:7
God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distill like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers.
I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise
~ Isaac Watts
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