CCXLVII. For the Morning

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

4 A thousand wretched souls are fled,
Since the Last setting sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my thread
And yet my moments run.

5 Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.

Text Information
First Line: Once more, my soul, the rising day
Title: For the Morning
Author: Dr. Watts
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: Family Worship
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