My God, Who Makes the Sun to Know

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!

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 ful­fill

The bu­si­ness of the day;

Begin my work be­times

and still

March on my heav’n­ly 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!