1 With the morning radiance breaking
Earth in all her glory waking,
Sky and sea, Thine own creation,
Hymn Thee, Lord, in adoration.
2 Man whom Thou hast richly dowered,
Blessings on his head hast showered;
All ungrateful, shamed before Thee,
Man alone does not adore Thee.
3 Scarce from sleep my thoughts awaken
When to Thee my vows are taken;
Thou, whose robe is gladsome nature,
Lord of every grateful creature.
4 Death hath many captives numbered
While in peace we calmly slumbered;
Now the newborn day arriving
Summons us to noble striving.
Source: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #79