nce more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rules the skies.

Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,
Wide as the heav’n on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

’Tis he supports my mortal frame,
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

[On a poor worm thy power might tread,
And I could ne’er withstand;
Thy justice might have crushed me dead,
But mercy held thine hand.

A thousand wretched souls are fled
Since the last setting sun,
And yet thou length’nest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.]

Dear God, let all my hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.

—from The Psalms & Hymns of Isaac Watts. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book II: Composed on Divine Subjects

1 To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of Dauid. Heare my cry, O God: giue eare vnto my prayer.
2 From the endes of the earth will I crye vnto thee: when mine heart is opprest, bring me vpon the rocke that is higher then I.
3 For thou hast bene mine hope, and a strong tower against the enemie.
4 I will dwell in thy Tabernacle for euer, and my trust shall be vnder the couering of thy wings. Selah.
5 For thou, O God, hast heard my desires: thou hast giuen an heritage vnto those that feare thy Name.
6 Thou shalt giue the King a long life: his yeeres shalbe as many ages.
7 Hee shall dwell before God for euer: prepare mercie and faithfulnes that they may preserue him.
8 So will I alway sing prayse vnto thy Name in performing dayly my vowes.

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