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
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707-09.

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

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Paul A. I. D. Bost (1790-1874)

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.