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SONG 25. A Morning Song.

I

My God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise;
And to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies!

II

When from the chambers of the East
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines;

III

So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day:
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heav'nly way.

IV

Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain!