Once More, My Soul, the Rising Day

Verse 1

Once more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes.
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rolls the skies.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne’er withstand;
Thy justice might have crush’d me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

Verse 5

A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length’nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.

Verse 6

Dear God, let all my hours be thine
Whilst I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.