See how the rising sun

Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker’s praise,

With every brightening ray.

2 Thus would my rising soul

Its heavenly parent sing;

And to its great Original

An humble tribute bring.

3 O may I grateful use

The blessings I receive;

And ne’er in thought, in word, or deed,

His holy Spirit grieve.

4 May all my days and powers

Be sacred, Lord, to thee:

And in thy presence may I spend

A blest eternity!