Hymn CXXV. Common Metre. An Evening Hymn

Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown, O let my grateful praise and prayer Arise before thy throne.

What mercies has this day bestow'd! How largely hast thou bless'd! My cup with plenty overflow'd, With cheerfulness my breast.

Now may soft slumbers close my eyes, From pain and sickness free; And let my waking thoughts arise, To meditate on thee.

Thus bless each future day and night, Till life's vain scene is o'er; And then to realms of endless light, O let my spirit soar.