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Text: | A morning Hymn |
1 With thee, great God, the stores of light,
And stores of darkness lie;
Thou form'st the sable veil of night,
And spread'st it round the sky.
2 And when with welcome slumber press'd,
We close our weary eyes,
Thy pow'r unseen, secures our rest,
And makes us joyful rise.
3 Numbers, this night, great God, have met
Their long eternal doom;
And lost the joys of morning light
In death's tremendous gloom.
4 Numbers on restless beds still lie,
And still their woes bewail;
While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd,
A thousand pleasures feel.
5 To thee, great God, in thankful songs,
Our morning thoughts arise:
Propitious in thy Son, accept
The willing sacrifice.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | With thee, great God, the stores of light |
Title: | A morning Hymn |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Morning |