Behold the morning sun
Begins its glorious ways;
Its beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
How perfect is thy word
And all thy judgments just!
Forever sure thy promise, Lord,
In which we surely trust.
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 their ways?
Yet with a bold, presumptuous mind
I would not dare transgress.
While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Savior and my God.
