On Thee, Each Morning, O My God

On Thee each morn­ing

O my God

My wak­ing thoughts at­tend;

In whom are found­ed all my hopes

In whom my wish­es end.

My soul

in plead­ing won­der lost

Thy bound­less love sur­veys

And fired with grate­ful zeal pre­pares

Her sac­ri­fice of praise.

When ev­en­ing slum­bers press my eyes

With Thy pro­tect­ion blest

In peace and safe­ty I com­mit

My wea­ry limbs to rest.

My spir­it in Thy hands se­cure

Fears no ap­proach­ing ill;

For whe­ther wak­ing or asleep

Thou

Lord

art with me still.

Then will I dai­ly to the world

Thy won­drous acts pro­claim;

Whilst all with me shall prais­es sing

And bless Thy sac­red name.

At morn

at noon

at night I’ll still

The grow­ing work pur­sue;

And Thee alone wilt praise

to whom

Eternal praise is due.