Morning Tribute of Praise.

SEE how the morning sun Pursues his shining way: And wide proclaims his Maker's praise, With every bright'ning ray.

Thus would my rising soul, Its heavenly Parent sing, And to its great original The humble tribute bring.

Serene I laid me down, Beneath His guardian care; I slept, and I awoke, and found My kind Preserver near.

My life I would anew Devote, O Lord, to thee; And in Thy service I would spend A long eternity.