Text: | A morning hymn |
1 God of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey thro' the skies;
2 From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines:
3 Oh, like the sun, may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will
March on and keep my heav'nly way.
3 But I shall rove and lose the race,
If God, my sun, should disappear,
And leave me in this world's wild maze,
To follow ev'ry wand'ring star."
4 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes;
Thy threat'nings just, thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
5 Give me thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compar'd with this.
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First Line: | God of the morning, at whose voice |
Title: | A morning hymn |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | ; ; |