To the dear Guardian of my hours,
An evening song shall rise;
Assist me, ye celestial powers,
And bless this sacrifice.
Thy mercies, Lord, are ever new,
Thy goodness, O how great!
Who can refund the honours due,
Or equal thanks repeat?
Day follows day, yet still thy love,
With unremitting care,
Distils in favours from above,
And men the blessings share.
Peaceful at night I’ll rest my head,
And take refreshing sleep,
While heavenly guards around my bed
Their watchful stations keep.
W.D. Published in The Gospel Magazine, February 1766.