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Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for the Use of the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church. Impr. ed. #d386 (1858) Languages: English

Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Evangelical Hymns, from various authors #389 (1806) Languages: English

Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A New Selection of Psalms and Hymns from the Most Approved Authors, Adapted to Public and Private Worship. 2nd ed. #d391 (1832) Languages: English
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Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns selected from various authors #399 (1850) Languages: English

Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Hymn Book . 3rd ed. #d406 (1850) Languages: English

Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the use of the Wesleyan Methodist Connection of America #d415 (1843) Languages: English
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A Morning Song

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #418 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Once more, my soul, the rising day Lyrics: 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 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 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 the light, Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. Topics: Special Occasions Morning and Evening Languages: English

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