1
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes my waking eyes;
And let my heart its tribute pay,
To him that rules the skies.
2
Night unto night his name repeats,
And day renews the sound,
Wide as the heavens on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.
3
’Tis he supports my mortal frame:
My tongue shall sing his praise;
And I will glory in his name
While he extends my days.
4
And when my mortal course is done,
And I must yield my breath;
O may my soul, bright as the sun,
Shine o’er the night of death.