HYMN for the MORNING

On thee, each morning, O my God! My waking thoughts attend, In whom are founded all my hopes, And all my wishes end. My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, Thy boundless love surveys, And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares, Her sacrifice of praise. Thou lead'st me thro' the maze of sleep, And bring'st me safe to light, And with the same paternal care, Conduct'st my steps till night. When ev'ning slumbers press mine eyes, With thy protection blest, In peace and safety I commit My wearied limbs to rest. My spirit, in thy hand secure, Fears no approaching ill; For, whether waking or asleep, Thou, Lord! art with me still. What fit return can I, weak flesh, Make to Almighty Pow'r! For so much goodness, so much love! Such mercies every hour! I'll daily, to th' astonish'd world, His wond'rous acts proclaim, Whilst all with me shall praises sing, With me shall bless his name. At morn, at noon, at night, I'll still, The growing work pursue; And him alone will praise, to whom Alone all praise is due.