[1 Dread So'ereign, let my Ev'ning Song
Like holy Incense rise;
Assist the Off'rings 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 Nercy stood prepar'd.]

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 dy'd
To save my wretched Soul?
How are my Follies multiply'd,
Fast as my Minutes roll

5 Lord, with this guilty Heart of mine
To thy dear Cross I flee,
And to thy Grace my Soul resign,
To be renew'd 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 Saviour's Breast.