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A MORNING SONG by ISAAC WATTS

First Line: MY GOD, WHO MAKES THE SUN TO KNOW
Last Line: HAS ALL BEEN SPENT IN VAIN.
Subject(s): MORNING;
MY God, who makes the Sun to know
His proper hour to rise,
And to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies.

When from the chamber of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.

So, like the Sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.

Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.



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