CCLIV. To thee, great Lord, my heav'nly King

1 To thee, great Lord, my heav'nly King,
My pray'r and praise shall be,
My soul shall of thy mercies sing,
Which thou hast shown to me.

2 From all the dangers of this day,
Thou Lord hast kept me free;
Thou art my only trust and stay,
And thankful I should be.

3 Now Lord this day is past and gone,
And darkness covers me;
Now I should think on what I've done,
And what my case may be.

4 Have I to thee obedient been,
To serve thee all this day?
Have I this day avoided sin,
Have I not gone astray?

5 Could I but know how vile I am,
And my transgressions see,
My mercies, Lord, I durst not claim,
Nor lift mine eyes to thee.

6 How oft in thought, and word and deed
Have I offended thee;
Yet I my Saviour's merits please,
Which have aton'd for me.

7 Therefore, O Lord! I pray to thee,
Forgive what I have done,
My gracious Lord will pardon me,
For Jesus' sake alone.

8 And now I lay me down to sleep,
To take my needful rest;
I pray the Lord, my life to keep,
As he may think it best.

Text Information
First Line: To thee, great Lord, my heav'nly King
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
Topic: Evening hymns
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