1. Once more, my soul, the rising day Salute thy waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him that rules the skies. | 2. Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. | 3. 'Tis he supports my mortal frame, My tongue shall speak his praise; My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. | 4. On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand, Thy justice might have crushed me dead, But mercy held thine hand. | 5. A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, And yet my moments run. | 6. Dear God, let all my hours be thine, Whilst I enjoy the light. Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. | |