My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are every evening new; And morning mercies from above Gently distil like early dew. Thou spreadst the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. I yield my powers to thy command, To Thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE by WALT WHITMAN GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW SONG OF OWL'S HEAD by NORMAN WILLIAMS BINGHAM KING EDWARD THE THIRD by WILLIAM BLAKE FLANDERS NOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |