Once more, my soul, the rising day

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 heaven 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 rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 [On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy justice might have crushed me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou lengthenest 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.

The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791

• MIDI file from The Southern Harmony #17b