1 See how the mounting 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
The humble tribute bring.

3 Serene I laid me down
Beneath his guardian care;
I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind preserver near!

4 Thus does thine arm support
This weak defenceless frame;
But whence these favors, Lord, to me,
All worthless as I am?

5 Oh! how shall I repay
The bounties of my God?
This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing painful load.

6 Dear savior, to thy cross
I bring my sacrifice;
Ting'd with thy blood, it shall ascend
With fragrance to the skies.

7 My life I would anew
Devote, O Lord, to thee;
And, in thy service I would spend,
A long eternity.