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

Through all the dan­gers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mer­cy stood pre­pared.

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 died
To save my wretch­ed soul?
How are my fol­lies mul­ti­plied,
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 re­newed by Thee.

Sprinkled afresh by par­don­ing blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in th’em­braces of my God,
Or on my Sav­ior’s breast.