Again Thy glo­ri­ous sun doth rise,
I praise Thee, O my Lord;
With cour­age, strength, and hope re­newed,
I touch the joy­ful chord.

On good and ev­il, Lord, Thy sun
Is ris­ing as on me;
Let me in pa­tience and in love
Seek thus to be like Thee.

May I in vir­tue and in faith,
And with Thy gifts con­tent;
Rejoice be­neath Thy cov­er­ing wings,
Each day in mer­cy sent.

Safe with Thy coun­sel in my work,
Thee, Lord, I’ll keep in view,
And feel that still Thy boun­te­ous grace
Is ev­ery morn­ing new.