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!