Text: | My God, who makes the sun to know |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
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:
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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 my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my day
Has all been spent in vain!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My God, who makes the sun to know |
Title: | My God, who makes the sun to know |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1715) |
Meter: | 8,6,8,6 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |