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O God! how constant is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
Thou spread’st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours!
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And strengthens nature’s wearied powers.
Thine arm sustain;d ‘tis while we slept,
Else had our eyelids closed in death:
Our life in safety still is kept,
And still we breathe our wonted breath.
That life we yield to thy command;
To Thee we consecrate our days:
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 3;
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