1 [Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the offerings 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 pardoning blood I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast.