Great God, to Thee My Evening Song

Great God

to Thee my ev­en­ing song

With hum­ble gra­ti­tude I raise;

O let Thy mer­cy tune my tongue

And fill my heart with live­ly praise.

Mercy

that rich un­bound­ed store;

Does my un­num­bered wants re­lieve;

Among Thy dai­ly crav­ing poor

On Thy all boun­te­ous hand I live.

My days un­cloud­ed

as they pass

And ev­ery gent­ly roll­ing hour

Are mo­nu­ments of won­drous grace

And wit­ness to Thy love and pow­er.

Thy love and pow­er

ce­les­ti­al Guard

Preserve me from sur­round­ing harms:

Can dan­ger reach me

while the Lord

Extends His kind pro­tect­ing arms?

My nu­mer­ous wants are known to Thee

Ere my slow wish­es can arise;

Thy good­ness

mea­sure­less and free

Is rea­dy still with full sup­plies.

And yet this thought­less

wretch­ed heart

Too oft re­gard­less of Thy love

Ungrateful

can from Thee de­part

And fond of tri­fles vain­ly rove.

When calm re­flect­ion finds a place

How vile this wretch­ed heart ap­pears!

O let Thy all sub­du­ing grace

Melt it in pe­ni­ten­tial tears.

Seal my for­giv­eness in the blood

Of Je­sus: His dear name alone

I plead for par­don

gra­cious God

And kind ac­cept­ance at Thy throne.

Let this blest hope my eye­lids close

With sleep re­fresh my fee­ble frame;

Safe in Thy care may I re­pose

And wake with prais­es to Thy name.