The sun aris­es now,
In light and glo­ry
And gilds the rug­ged brow
Of mount­ains hoa­ry.
Be glad, my soul, and lift
Thy voice in sing­ing.
To God from earth be­low,
Thy heart with joy aglow
And prais­es ring­ing.

Like count­less grains of sand,
Beyond all mea­sure,
And wide as sea and land
Is Hea­ven’s trea­sure
Of grace which Christ, my Lord,
Each day be­stow­eth,
Which, like re­fresh­ing rain,
Into my soul again
Each morn­ing flow­eth.

Keep Thou my soul to­day
From sin and blind­ness;
Surround me on my way
With lov­ing-kind­ness
And fill my heart, O God,
With joy from Hea­ven;
I then shall ask no more
Than what Thou hast of yore
In wisdom giv­en.

Thou know­est best my needs,
My sighs Thou heed­est;
Thy hand Thy child­ren feeds,
Thine own Thou lead­est.
What should I more de­sire,
With Thee de­cid­ing
The course that I must take,
Than fol­low in the wake
Where Thou art guid­ing?