SONG XXV. A MORNING SONG: I. MY GOD, who makes the Sun to know His proper Hour to rise, And to give Light to all below, Doth send him round the Skies. II. When from the Chambers of the East His Morning Race begins, He never tires, nor stops to rest; But round the World he shines. III. So, like the Sun, would I fulfil The Business of the Day: Begin my Work betimes, and still March on my heav'nly Way. IV. Give me, O LORD, thy early Grace, Nor let my Soul Complain That the young Morning of my Days Has all been spent in vain.