17b. Once more, my soul, the rising day

1.
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salute 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 heaven 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 rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4.
On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne'er withstand,
Thy justice might have crushed me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

5.
A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

6.
Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light.
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant night.

Text Information
First Line: Once more, my soul, the rising day
Title: Once more, my soul, the rising day
Author: Isaac Watts
Publication Date: 1854
Meter: C.M.
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: CONSOLATION
Composer: Dean
Meter: C.M.



Media
MIDI file: Consolation.midi
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