1
See how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his maker’s praise,
With ev’ry bright’ning ray.
2
Then would my rising soul
Of heaven’s parent sing;
And spread the truth from pole to pole,
Of Jesus my great King.
3
In faith I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept and I awoke and found,
That he was just as near.
4
O Lord I want to live
So humble unto thee,
That in my presence I may spend
A blest eternity.
5
Give me thy Spirit, then,
To guide me through this day,
That I may be upright and just,
And always watch and pray.