Words:
MORNING HYMN
MY GOD, WHO MAKES THE SUN TO KNOW,
HIS PROPER HOUR TO RISE;
AND, TO GIVE LIGHT TO ALL BELOW,
DOTH SEND HIM ROUND THE SKIES.
EAST,
WHEN, FROM THE CHAMBERS OF THE
HIS MORNING RACE BEGINS,
HE NEVER TIRES, NOR STOPS TO REST,
BUT ROUND THE EARTH HE SHINES.
SO LIKE THE SUN WOULD I FULFIL
THE BUSINESS OF THE DAY;
BEGIN MY WORK BETIMES, AND STILL
MARCH ON MY HEAVENLY WAY.
GIVE ME, O LORD, THY EARLY GRACE,
NOR LET MY SOUL COMPLAIN,
THAT THE YOUNG MORNING OF MY DAYS
HAS ALL BEEN SPENT IN VAIN.
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