Sounding Joy 118

Behold, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way,
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.

But when the gospel comes,
It spreads diviner light,
It calls dead sinners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their sight.

My gracious God, how plain
Are Thy directions giv’n.
Oh, may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heav’n.

While with my heart and tongue,
I spread Thy praise abroad,
Accept the worship and the song,
My Savior and my God.