text: Isaac Watts, Psalm 19

Behold, the morning sun
begins his glorious way;
his beams through all the nations run,
and life and light convey.

But where the Gospel comes
it spreads diviner light;
it calls dead sinners from their tombs,
and gives the blind their sight.

How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments just!
For ever sure thy promise, Lord,
and we securely trust.

I hear thy word with love,
and I would fain obey:
send thy good Spirit from above
to guide me, lest I stray.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad,
accept the worship and the song,
my Savior and my God.