Sun

1 Great God, amid the darksome night,
Thy glories dart upon my sight,
While, wrapt in wonder, I behold
The silver moon and stars of glod.

2 But when I see the sun arise,
And pour his glories o'er the skies,
In more stupendous forms I view
Thy greatness and thy goodness too.

3 Thy sun of suns, whose dazzling light
Tries and confounds an angel's sight,
How shall I glance mine eye at thee
In all thy vast immensity?

4 Yet I may be allow'd to trace
The distant shadow of thy face,
As in the pale and sickly moon
We trace the image of the sun.

5 In every work thy hands have made
Thy power and wisdom are display'd;
But, O! what glories all divine
In my incarnate Savior thine!

6 He is my sun, beneath his wings
My soul securely sits and sings;
And there enjoys like those above,
The balmy influence of thy love.

7 O may the vital strength and heat
His cheering beams communicate,
Enable me my course to run
With the same vigor as the sun!

Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CXCIX