SUNRISE.

When from my humble bed I rise,

And see the morning sun,

That, glorious in the eastern skies,

Its journey has begun,

I think of the Almighty Power

Which called this orb from night;

I think how many at this hour

Rejoice beneath its light.

And then I pray, in every land,

Where'er this light is shed,

That all who live may bless the Hand

Which gives their daily bread.