2 Thro' all the dangers of the day,
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy 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 pardoning blood
I lay me down to rest,
As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.
Hymn 2:8.
A hymn for morning or evening.
1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
2 That was a most amazing power
That rais'd us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.
3 The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.
4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day,
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.
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