Vigil. S. M. Morning Song. |
Morning Song. (1169) See how the morning sun Pursues his shining way; And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With ev'ry bright'ning ray. 2 Thus would my rising soul Its heavenly Parent sing, And to its great Original The humble tribute bring. 3 Serene I laid me down, Beneath his guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near. 4 My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in thy service I would spend A long eternity. T. Scott.
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