Hymn 2:7 [Dread Sovereign, Let My Evening Song]

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Title:     Hymn 2:7 [Dread Sovereign, Let My Evening Song]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

An evening song.

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

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.]

Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,
But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

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;

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.

Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood
I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:7 [Dread Sovereign, Let My Evening Song]

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