Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
God of the morning! at whose voice|
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey through the skies.
2. From the fair chambers of the east
3. O like the sun may I fulfil
4. 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 wand'ring star.
5. Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
6. Give me thy counsel for my guide,
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