4. September 2017
My God, how endless is Thy love! / Thy gifts are every new; / And morning mercies from above / Gently distill like early dew. / / Thou spread´st the curtains of the night, / Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; / Thy sovereign word restores the light, / And quickens all my waking powers. / / I yield my powers to Thy command, / To Thee I consecrate my days; / Perpetual blessing from Thy hand / Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Isaak Watts (1674-1748)