Morning Hymn Poem by John Bowring

My earliest thought be turned to Him
Who, while in slumber's arms I lay,
Through helpless hours and darkness dim,
Has brought me safely to the day.


I slept in safety, for His eye
Watched round my bed; and now I'll bring
My offering to the Deity;
And He shall bless the offering.


And as the morning sun displays
His growing strength and light, may He
With life-invigorating rays
My Sun, my Glory-giver be.


That sun his splendid journey takes
Through the high heaven, diffusing joy;
And then his radiant couch he makes,
Calm-sinking in the western sky.


So let me rise, so soar, so sink,
In peace and beauty. Day, when gone,
Shall leave a tranquil eve to think
That He is shining-shining on.