Scripture Verse

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Lamentations 3:22–23


Isaac Watts

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spi­ri­tu­al Songs 1707–09.

Music: Gra­ti­tude Paul Bost, 1837, ar­ranged by Tho­mas Hast­ings (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Paul A. I. D. Bost


My God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distill like early dew.

Thou spread’st the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign Word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.

I yield my powers to Thy command,
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.