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An Evening Song

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #XXXIII (1786) First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Lyrics: 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 Languages: English

An Evening Song

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXXIII (1787) First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Lyrics: 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 Languages: English

An Evening Song

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXXIII (1790) First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my evening song Lyrics: 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 prepared. 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 Languages: English