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.