God of the Morning, at Whose Voice

 

VERSE 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 through the skies.

 

VERSE 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.

 

VERSE 3

O like the sun may I fulfill

Th’appointed duties of the day,

With ready mind and active will

March on and keep my heav’nly way.

 

VERSE 4

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 every wand’ring star.

 

VERSE 5

Lord, Thy commands are clean and pure,

Enlight’ning our beclouded eyes;

Thy threat’nings just, Thy promise sure,

Thy Gospel makes the simple wise.

 

VERSE 6

Give me Thy counsel for my guide,

And then receive me to Thy bliss;

All my desires and hopes beside

Are faint and cold compared with this.

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