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Dread Sovereign, let my ev'ning song

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymn and Tune Book of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South (Round Note Ed.) #810 (1902) Languages: English Tune Title: HARVILLE

Evening Hymn

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #816 (1877) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Dread Sovereign, let my ev'ning song Topics: Morning and Evening Scripture: Psalm 141:2 Languages: English

Dread Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.VII (1766) Lyrics: [1 Dread So'ereign, let my Ev'ning Song Like holy Incense rise; Assist the Off'rings 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 Nercy 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 pard'ning Blood I lay me down to rest, As in th' Embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's Breast. Topics: Evening and Morning Hymns; God His Power and Goodness; God Presence and Preserver of our Lives; Health preserved; Life preserved; Praise for daily Protection and Preservation; Evening Song Languages: English

An evening hymn

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.VII (1793) First Line: Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song Lyrics: 1 [Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song Like holy incense rise; Assist the off'rings 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 pard'ning blood, I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breast. Languages: English