MORNING SONG. My God, who makes the sun to know proper hour to rise; His And, to give light to all below, Doth send him round the skies: When, from the chamber of the east, He never tires, nor stops to rest, So, like the sun, would I fulfil Give me, O Lord, thy early grace, That the young morning of my days 1 business (biz'ness), work. |