Once more, my soul, the rising day,
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay,
To Him that rules the sky.

Night unto night, His name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav’ns on which He sits,
To turn the seasons round.

‘Tis He supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak His praise;
My sins would rouse His wrath to flame,
And yet His wrath delays.

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