Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) ‎#XXXIII

XXXIII. An Evening Song

1 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through 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
Incompass me around,
But Oh, how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for him who 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'd lay me down to rest;
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast

Text Information

• First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my evening song
• Title: An Evening Song
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1786

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