SONG XXV My God who makes the sun to know his proper hour to rise and to give light to all below-- Doth send him round the skies-- When from the chamber of the east his morning race begins He never tires nor stops to rest, But round the world he shines; so like the Sun would I fulfill the business of the day Begin my work [betimes, and still] [March on my heavenly way] Young morning of my days has all been spent in vain SONG XXVI. And now another day is gone, I’ll sing my Makers praise; My comforts every hour make known. His Providence and grace, but how my childhood runs to waste, my sins how great their sum-- Lord give me pardon for the past and strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep Let angels guard my head, and thro the hours of darkness keep their watch around my bed.