941. L. M. Watts.

Morning or Evening Hymn.

1My God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;

And morning mercies, from above,

Gently distil like early dew.

2Thou 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.

3I yield my powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days;

Perpetual blessings from thine hand

Demand perpetual songs of praise.

Confidence in God's Protection.

1Father, breathe an evening blessing

Ere repose our spirits seal;

Sin and want we come confessing;

Thou canst save and thou canst heal.

2Though destruction walk around us,

Though the arrows past us fly,

Angel guards from thee surround us;

We are safe, if thou art nigh.

3Though the night be dark and dreary,

Darkness cannot hide from thee;

Thou art he who, never weary,

Watchest where thy people be.

4Should swift death this night o'ertake us,

And command us to the tomb,

May the morn in heaven awake us,

Clad in bright, eternal bloom.