Classic Poem

Haste , O! my soul; exulting rise,
And with the glorious orb of day,
Prepare thy morning sacrifice,
And join Creation's choral lay.

O! may each sense with joy attend,
The grateful rites my soul prepares,
My lips their holy incense blend,
And pour with fervent zeal my prayers.

Glory to thee, my God and King,
Whose sacred guard my tent has kept,
Beneath the shelter of whose wing,
In sweet security I've slept.

Inspir'd by thy almighty pow'r,
I now refresh'd, to light awake,
And grateful hail the pleasing hour,
When, balmy Sleep, thy bands I break.

Still, still, almighty King, protect
Thy servant thro' each circling day,
And with thy guiding aid direct
My wand'ring feet, too prone to stray.

Then while life's dreary vale I roam,
To thee the votive song I'll raise,
And when thy mandate calls me home,
In heav'nly choirs I'll chaunt thy praise.