God of the morning, at thy voice
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God of the morning, at thy voiceThe cheerful sun makes haste to rise,And like a giant doth rejoiceTo run his journey through the skies.
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O, like the sun may I fulfillThe appointed duties of the day;With ready mind and active will,March on, and keep my heavenly way.
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Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,Enlightening our beclouded eyes;Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure;Thy gospel makes the simple wise.
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Give me thy counsels for my guide,And then receive me to thy bliss;All my desires and hopes besideAre faint and cold compared with this.