Morning and evening

My God, who makes the sun to know

His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below

Doth send him round the skies.

When from the chamber of the east

His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest,

But round the world he spins.

So, like the sun, would I fulfil

The business of the day;

Begin my work betimes, and still

March on my heavenly way.

And now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise.

My comforts every hour make known

His providence and grace.

I lay my body down to sleep;

Let angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep

Their watch around my bed.

With cheerful heart I close my eyes,

Since thou wilt not remove;

And in the morning let me rise

Rejoicing in thy love.