The Rising Day

1Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eye;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute, pay To Him who rules on high.

2Night unto night His name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav'ns on which He sits To turn the seasons round.

3O God, may all my hours be Thine,
While I enjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a peaceful night.