II.VI. Once more, my Soul, the rising Day

1 Once more my Soul, the rising Day
Salutes thy waking Eyes;
Once more, my Voice, thy Tribute pay
To him that Rules the Skies.

2 Night unto Night his Name repeats,
The Day renews the Sound,
Wide as the Heav'n on which he sits
To turn the Seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal Frame,
My Tongue shall speak his Praise;
My Sins would rouze his Wrath to Flame,
And yet his Wrath delays.

[4 On a poor Worm thy Pow'r might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand;
Thy Justice might have crush'd me dead,
But Mercy held thine Hand.

5 A Thousand wretched Souls are fled
Since the last setting Sun,
And yet thou length'nest out my Thread,
And yet my Moments run.]

6 Dear God, let all my Hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy thy Light,
Then shall my Sun in Smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing Night.

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First Line: Once more, my Soul, the rising Day
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Topic: Evening and Morning Hymns; God: His Power and Goodness; God: Presence and Preserver of our Lives (5 more...)
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