Great God, to Thee my ev­en­ing song
With hum­ble gra­ti­tude I raise;
O let Thy mer­cy tune my tongue,
And fill my heart with live­ly praise.

Mercy, that rich un­bound­ed store;
Does my un­num­bered wants re­lieve;
Among Thy dai­ly crav­ing poor,
On Thy all boun­te­ous hand I live.

My days un­cloud­ed, as they pass,
And ev­ery gent­ly roll­ing hour,
Are mo­nu­ments of won­drous grace,
And wit­ness to Thy love and pow­er.

Thy love and pow­er, ce­les­ti­al Guard,
Preserve me from sur­round­ing harms:
Can dan­ger reach me, while the Lord
Extends His kind pro­tect­ing arms?

My nu­mer­ous wants are known to Thee,
Ere my slow wish­es can arise;
Thy good­ness, mea­sure­less and free,
Is rea­dy still with full sup­plies.

And yet this thought­less, wretch­ed heart,
Too oft re­gard­less of Thy love,
Ungrateful, can from Thee de­part,
And fond of tri­fles vain­ly rove.

When calm re­flect­ion finds a place,
How vile this wretch­ed heart ap­pears!
O let Thy all sub­du­ing grace
Melt it in pe­ni­ten­tial tears.

Seal my for­giv­eness in the blood
Of Je­sus: His dear name alone
I plead for par­don, gra­cious God,
And kind ac­cept­ance at Thy throne.

Let this blest hope my eye­lids close
With sleep refresh my fee­ble frame;
Safe in Thy care may I re­pose,
And wake with prais­es to Thy name.