| Text: | A Morning Song |
1 See how the rising sun
Pursues his shining way,
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every brightening ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly parent sing,
And to its great Original
The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath His guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near!
4 Thus does thin arm support
This weak, defenseless frame:
But whence these favors, Lord, to me,
So worthless as I am?
5 Oh how shall I repay
The bounties of my God?
This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing, painful load.
6 Dear Saviour, to Thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;
By Thee perfumed, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.
7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to Thee
and in Thy blessed presence spend
A long eternity.
7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to Thee:
And in Thy blessed presence spend
A long eternity.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | See how the rising sun |
| Title: | A Morning Song |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1867 |
| Topic: | Family Worship |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |