Thursday, March 29, 2007

Psalm 81

My 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 sov'reign 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 (1674-1748), Psalms of David Imitated


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