For a Lord’s-day morning.

1 Behold the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams thro’ all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

2 But where the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

3 How perfect is thy word! 
And all thy judgments just! 
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.

4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given! 
O! may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven!

Pause.

5 I hear thy word with love,
And I would fain obey;
Send thy good Spirit from above
To guide me, lest I stray.

6 O who can ever find
The errors of his ways? 
Yet, with a bold presumptuous mind,
I would not dare transgress.

7 Warn me of every sin,
Forgive my secret faults,
And cleanse this guilty soul of mine,
Whose crimes exceed my thoughts.

8 While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God.

Psalm 19:3.  L. M.
The books of nature and of scripture compared;
or, The glory and success of the gospel.

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word
We read thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth begun its race, It touch’d and glanc’d on every land.

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, Till thro’ the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun.

5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heavenly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view
In souls renew’d and sins forgiven: 
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.

Psalm 19:4. 
To the tune of the 113th Psalm. 
The book of nature and scripture.

1 Great God, the heaven’s well-order’d frame
Declares the glories of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine: 
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear
Of boundless power and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator’s praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

3 Yet their divine instructions run
Far as the journies of the sun,
And every nation knows their voice;
The sun, like some young bridegroom drest,
Breaks from the chambers of the east,
Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.