Once more, my soul, the rising day
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Once more, my soul, the rising daySalutes thy waking eye;Once more, my voice, thy tribute payTo Him who rules on high.
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Night unto night his name repeats,The day renews the sound,Wide as the heavens on which he sitsTo turn the seasons round.
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'T is he supports my mortal frame;My tongue shall speak his praise:My sins might rouse his wrath to flame,But yet his wrath delays.
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O God, let all my hours be thine,While I enjoy the light;Then shall my sun in smiles decline,And bring a peaceful night.