mountain during golden hour

A Morning Hymn

Great God of nature, heavenly King
Beneath whose awful sway,
The cheerful sun, with rapid wing,
Directs the flying day.

My waking soul, with upward eye
Salutes the dawning light;
Blesses the ruler of the sky,
And glories in his might.

Thy goodness shines, Almighty Lord,
In each revolving hour;
Who would not reverence thy word,
And shelter in thy power?

Adorn me, Saviour, with thy grace
’Twill make my soul aspire
With zeal to run the Christian race,
And never, never tire.

Author unattributed. Published in The Gospel Magazine, January 1766.