184 Kingo’s Sunrise Hymn
Thomas Kingo (1634-1703).
The sun arises now In light and glory, And gilds the rugged brow Of mountains hoary; Be glad, my soul, and lift Thy voice in singing To God from earth below, Thy heart with joy aglow And praises ringing. | Like countless grains of sand, Beyond all measure, And wide as sea and land Is heaven’s treasure Of grace which God anew Each day bestoweth, And which, like pouring rain, Into my soul again Each morning floweth. | Keep Thou my soul today From sin and blindness; Surround me on my way With loving-kindness, And fill my heart, O God, With joy from heaven; I then shall ask no more Than what Thou hast of yore In wisdom given. | Thou knowest best my needs, My sighs Thou heedest; Thy hand Thy children feeds, Thine own Thou leadest; What should I more desire, With Thee deciding The course that I must take Than follow in the wake Where Thou art guiding? | |