Text: | The sun arises now |
Author: | Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703 |
Translator: | Paul Christian Paulsen, 1881-1948 |
The sun arises now
In light and glory
And gilds the rugged brow
Of mountains hoary.
Rejoice, my soul, and lift
Thy voice in singing
To God from earth below,
Thy song with joy aglow
And praises ringing.
As countless as the sand
And beyond measure,
As wide as sea and land
So is the treasure
Of grace which God each day
Anew bestoweth
And which, like pouring rain,
Into my soul again
Each morning floweth.
Preserve my soul today
From sin and blindness;
Surround me on my way
With loving kindness.
Embue my heart, O Lord,
With joy from heaven;
I then shall ask no more
Than what Thou hast of yore
In wisdom given.
Thou knowest best my needs,
My sighs Thou heedest,
Thy hand Thy children leads,
Thine own Thou feedest.
What should I more desire,
With Thee deciding
The course that I must take,
Than follow in the wake
Where Thou art guiding.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The sun arises now |
Author: | Thomas Kingo, 1634-1703 |
Translator: | Paul Christian Paulsen, 1881-1948 |
Meter: | 6,5,6,5,6,5,6,6,5 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1945 |