One of the best-known Kingos - in this hymn-book version

Morning Song

From eastern skies I now

See sunlight streaming,

It gilds the rockface brow,

Sets hillside gleaming,

Rejoice, my soul, and let your praise be ringing,

From earthly home set free,

Through thanks and faith now be

To heaven winging.

Like countless grains of sand,

And without measure,

Like ocean depths unspanned,

Is mercy’s treasure

Which daily God upon my head is spilling:

His boundless grace I sup

Each morning from the cup

He’s bent on filling.

He has throughout the night

With hosts of angels

My house and home sealed tight

So that no danger

Could threaten me and mine and cause to languish:

I’m saved eternally,

From death’s dark path set free

And soul’s keen anguish.

My soul, be of good cheer,

Cast out all weeping,

Your body’s petal here

Is in God’s keeping:

He will today give me the strength and power

My calling to pursue,

To give my God His due

At every hour.

Let God join hands with me,

Fill me with Spirit

So trusting I may be,

My calling merit!

O bless me from on high, Lord God, I pray thee!

May constant faith in thee

And my own industry

Suffice me daily.

Today let no sin seize

My mind and blind me,

So what my God would please

I can gauge finely:

But should I go astray and chance to falter,

O God, set me aright,

Don’t punish me outright

As a defaulter.

Thou best my wants and needs,

O Lord, discernest,

And fortune too concedes

What thou affirmest,

And what would serve me best need not be asked for,

Thou knowst it long before!

My soul, why wish for more?

Let God be Master.