Hymn 489

1MY opening eyes with rapture see
The light of thy returning day ;
My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee,
While thus my early vows I pay.

2I yield my heart to thee alone,
Nor would receive another guest ;
Eternal King, erect thy throne
In this poor heart, thy humble rest.

3Oh ! 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.

4Then, to thy courts when I repair,
My soul shall rise on joyful wing ;
The wonders of thy love declare,
And join the strain which angels sing.