Behold the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from the tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.
How perfect is Thy word,
And all Thy judgements just!
For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.