My Opening Eyes With Rapture See
The Dawn Of This Returning Day;
My Thoughts, O God, Ascend To Thee,
While Thus My Early Vows I Pay.

I Yield My Heart To Thee Alone,
Nor Would Receive Another Guest:
Eternal King, Erect Thy Throne,
And Reign Sole Monarch In My Breast.

O Bid This Trifling World Retire,
And Drive Each Carnal Thought Away;
Nor Let Me Feel One Vain Desire,
One Sinful Thought, Through All The Day.

Then, To Thy Courts When I Repair,
My Soul Shall Rise On Joyful Wing,
The Wonders Of Thy Love Declare,
And Join The Strains Which Angels Sing.