Southern Harmony

1.

Once more, my soul, the rising day

Salute thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him that rules the skies.

2.

Night unto night his name repeats,

The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heaven on which he sits,

To turn the seasons round.

3.

'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.

4.

On a poor worm thy power might tread,

And I could ne'er withstand,

Thy justice might have crushed me dead,

But mercy held thine hand.

5.

A thousand wretched souls are fled

Since the last setting sun,

And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,

And yet my moments run.

6.

Dear God, let all my hours be thine,

Whilst I enjoy the light.

Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

And bring a pleasant night.