Dread Sovereign! let my evening song
by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
1
Dread 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
What have I done for him that died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roil
5
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.
6
Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood,
I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Savior's breast.