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44t Morning Sun

See how the morning sun,
Pursues his shining way,
And loud proclaims his Maker's praise,
With ev'ry bright'ning ray.

Thus would my rising soul,
Its heav'nly parent sing,
And to its great Original,
The humble tribute bring.

Serene I laid me down,
Beneath His guardian care,
I slept and I awoke and found,
My kind preserver near.

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