'Tis dawn: to God I lift my hand,
To regulate my way;
My passions rule, and unmoved stand,
And give to Thee the day:

Not one dark word or deed of sin,
Nor one base thought allow;
But watch all avenues within,
And wholly keep my vow.

Shamed were my age, should I decline;
Shamed were Thy table too,
At which I stand:--the will is mine:
Give grace, my Christ, to do.