My op­en­ing eyes with rap­ture see
The dawn of this re­turn­ing day;
My thoughts, O God, as­cend to Thee,
While thus my ear­ly vows I pay.

I yield my heart to Thee alone,
Nor would re­ceive ano­ther guest:
Eternal King, erect Thy throne,
And reign sole mon­arch in my breast.

O bid this trif­ling world re­tire,
And drive each car­nal thought away;
Nor let me feel one vain de­sire,
One sin­ful thought, through all the day.

Then, to Thy courts when I re­pair,
My soul shall rise on joy­ful wing,
The won­ders of Thy love de­clare,
And join the strains which an­gels sing.