Hymn 1:79 [God Of The Morning, At Whose Voice]

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Title:     Hymn 1:79 [God Of The Morning, At Whose Voice]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

A morning hymn, Psalm 19. 5 8 and 73. 24 25.

God of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And, like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey thro' the skies;

From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

O like the sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will
March on and keep my heavenly way.

[But I shall rove and lose the race,
If God my sun should disappear,
And leave me in this world's wild maze,
To follow every wandering star.

Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.]

Give me thy counsels for my guide,
And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compar'd to this.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 1:79 [God Of The Morning, At Whose Voice]

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