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MORNING HYMN
MY GOD, WHO MAKES
THE SUN TO KNOW,
HIS PROPER HOUR
TO RISE;
AND, TO GIVE LIGHT
TO ALL BELOW,
DOTH SEND HIM ROUND
THE SKIES.
WHEN, FROM THE CHAMBERS
OF THE EAST,
HIS MORNING RACE
BEGINS,
HE NEVER TIRES,
NOR STOPS TO REST,
BUT ROUND THE EARTH
HE SHINES.
SO LIKE THE SUN
WOULD I FULFIL,
THE BUSINESS
OF THE DAY;
BEGIN MY WORK BETIMES,
AND STILL,
MARCH ON MY HEAVENLY
WAY.
GIVE ME, O LORD,
THY EARLY GRACE,
NOR LET MY SOUL
COMPLAIN,
THAT THE YOUNG MORNING
OF MY DAY'S
HAS ALL BEEN SPENT
IN VAIN.