Behold, the morning sun

Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,

And light and life convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word!

And all thy judgments just!

For ever sure thy promise, Lord,

And we securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given!

O, may I never read in vain,

But find the path to heaven.