Classic Poem

SOON as the dawn has streak'd the sky,
To thee, my God, my voice I'll raise;
Soon as the light salutes mine eye,
To thee I'll tune my song of praise.

Thy hallow'd name my heart shall warm,
To thee my soul her pray'r shall pour;
To thee, who still, secur'd from harm,
Preserv'st me in the midnight hour.

Still, gracious God, my heart direct;
May all my labours seek thy praise:
Do thou my heedless feet protect,
And still to thee my wonder raise!