Scripture Verse

The eyes of all wait upon Thee; and Thou givest them their meat in due season. Psalm 145:15


Hartnack O. K. Zinck

Words: Tho­mas H. Kin­go, 1699, cento (Nu rin­der So­len op). Trans­lat­ed from Da­nish to Eng­lish by Paul C. Paul­sen cir­ca 1925, alt.

Music: Nu Rin­der So­len Op Hart­nack O. K. Zinck, in the Ko­ral­bog, 1801 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Thomas H. Kingo


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?