1 God of my life, my morning song
To thee I cheerful raise,
Thine acts of love, 'tis good to sing,
And pleasant 'tis to praise.
2 Preserved by thy Almighty arm,
I passed the shades of night,
Serene and safe from every harm,
To see the morning light.
4 O let the same Almighty care
Through all this day attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.
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First Line: | God of my life, my morning song |
Title: | Azmon |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |