The Sun Arises Now

The sun aris­es now

In light and glo­ry

And gilds the rug­ged brow

Of mount­ains hoa­ry.

Be glad

my soul

and lift

Thy voice in sing­ing.

To God from earth be­low

Thy heart with joy aglow

And prais­es ring­ing.

Like count­less grains of sand

Beyond all mea­sure

And wide as sea and land

Is Heav­en’s trea­sure

Of grace which Christ

my Lord

Each day be­stow­eth

Which

like re­fresh­ing rain

Into my soul again

Each morn­ing flow­eth.

Keep Thou my soul to­day

From sin and blind­ness;

Surround me on my way

With lov­ing-kind­ness

And fill my heart

O God

With joy from Heav­en;

I then shall ask no more

Than what Thou hast of yore

In wisdom giv­en.

Thou know­est best my needs

My sighs Thou heed­est;

Thy hand Thy child­ren feeds

Thine own Thou lead­est.

What should I more de­sire

With Thee de­cid­ing

The course that I must take

Than fol­low in the wake

Where Thou art guid­ing?