The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CCVIII

CCVIII. A Morning Song

1 Once more my Soul, the rising Day
Salutes thy waking Eyes;
Once more, my Voice, thy Tribute pay
To him that Rules the Skies.

2 Night unto Night his Name repeats,
The Day renews the Sound,
Wide as the Heav'n on which he sits
To turn the Seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my Mortal Frame,
My Tongue shall speak his Praise;
My Sins would rouze his Wrath to Flame,
And yet his Wrath delays.

4 [On a poor Worm thy Pow'r might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy Justice might have crush'd me dead,
But Mercy held thine Hand.

5 A Thousand wretched Souls are fled
Since the last setting Sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my Thread,
And yet my Moments run.]

6 Dear God, let all my Hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy thy Light,
Then shall my Sun in Smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing Night.

Text Information

• First Line: Once more my Soul, the rising Day
• Title: A Morning Song
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: liturgical: Opening Hymns; Morning Hymns

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