_Morning Song._ (1169)
See how the morning sun
Pursues his shining way;
And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.
2 Thus would my rising soul
Its heavenly Parent sing,
And to its great Original
The humble tribute bring.
3 Serene I laid me down,
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind Preserver near.
4 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And in thy service I would spend
A long eternity.
T. Scott.