Behold the Morning Sun

Behold the morn­ing sun

Begins his glo­ri­ous way;

His beams through all the na­tions run

And life and light con­vey.

But where the Gos­pel comes

It spreads di­vin­er light;

It calls dead sin­ners from their tombs

And gives the blind their sight.

How per­fect is Thy Word!

And all Thy judg­ments just!

For ev­er sure Thy pro­mise

Lord

And men se­cure­ly trust.

My gra­cious God

how plain

Are Thy di­rect­ions giv’n!

O may I nev­er read in vain

But find the path to Heav’n!

I hear Thy Word with love

And I would fain ob­ey:

Send Thy good Spir­it from ab­ove

To guide me lest I stray.

O who can ev­er find

The er­rors of his ways?

Yet with a bold

pre­sump­tu­ous mind

I would not dare trans­gress.

Warn me of ev­ery sin

Forgive my sec­ret faults

And cleanse this guil­ty soul of mine

Whose crimes ex­ceed my thoughts.

While with my heart and tongue

I spread Thy praise abroad

Accept the wor­ship and the song

My Sav­ior and my God.