Once More, My Soul

Once more, my soul, the rising day 

Salutes thy waking eyes;

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay, 

To Him that rules the skies!

Night unto night His name repeats, 

The day renews the sound

Wide as the heav'n on which He sits,

To turn the seasons round.

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.

One a poor worm Thy pow'r might tread,

And I could ne'er withstand;

Thy justice might have crush'd me dead,

But mercy held Thine hand.

A thousand wretched souls are fled,

Since the last setting sun, 

And yet Thou length'nest out my thread,

And yet my moments run.

Dear God, let all my hours beThine

Whilst I enjoy the light,

Then shall my sun in smiles decline

And bring a pleasant night.

~Isaac Watts