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

Introduction

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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

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

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

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Paul A. I. D. Bost (1790–1874)

Lyrics

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.