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