Poetry
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:
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.
So like the sun would I fulfil
The business of the day,
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on the heav'nly way.
Give me, O Lord, thine early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.
AND now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise;
My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.
Notes
Both hymns were first published in Isaac Watts' Divine Songs Attempted in Easy Language for the Use of Children in 1715. However, they were not added to the Primer until the middle of the eighteenth century, when the book was revised and made more evangelical during the First Great Awakening.
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