Isaac Watts · 27 of 49
Song 25. My God, who makes the sun to know
My God, who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise; And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies:
When from the chambers of the east His morning race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines.
So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day; Begin my work , and still March on my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early , Nor let my soul complain That the young morning of my day Has all been spent in vain!