161 (Index of Tunes, CXIII.)
161.
Tune.--"Sink not yet my soul to slumber."
Wie ein Vogel lieblich singet
Anon., about 1580
As a bird at dawning singeth In the woods or meadows fair, Till the lonely forest ringeth, And it fills the summer air, So my heart to Thee would raise, O my God, its song of praise, That the gloom of night is waning, And the Sun once more is reigning. | Sun of Love, when Thou dost greet me All my heart with joy is stirr'd; And it upward flies to meet Thee, Gladsome as yon little bird. Shine Thou in me clear and bright, Till I learn to praise Thee right; On the narrow way now speed me, Let not darkness e'er mislead me. | Bless to-day what I am doing, Bless whate'er I have and love; With the morn my powers renewing, Let me ne'er from virtue rove; By Thy Spirit strengthen me In the faith that leads to Thee, So through life to journey fearless, Heir of heaven, to glories peerless. | |