Hymn 81

God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew.

Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy word restores the light, And all my drowsy powers.

I yield my powers to thy command, To thee I my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.