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Let my prayer come before thee, etc.
Psalm 141:2.
Blest Sovereign, let my evening song
Like holy incense rise;
Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.
2 Through all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard;
And still, to drive my wants away,
Thy mercy stood prepared.
3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around;
But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!
4 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.
Watts.