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.