My opening eyes with rapture see

The dawn of thy returning day;

My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,

While thus my early vows I pay.

2 I yield my heart to thee alone,

Nor would receive another guest:

Eternal King, erect thy throne,

And reign sole monarch in my breast.

3 O, bid this trifling world retire,

And drive each carnal thought away;

Nor let me feel one vain desire,

One sinful thought through all the day.

4 Then, to thy courts when I repair,

My soul shall rise on joyful wing,

The wonders of thy love declare,

And join the strains which angels sing.