Where'er the sun begins his golden reign

Where'er the sun begins his golden reign,
For ever bringing some fresh dawn of day,
Bidding night flee, and earth awake again,
To the calm smile of his perpetual ray;

Thence, every moment, may this prayer arise
From filial hearts, 'neath some new morning's glow,
Proof of each day's dependence on the skies
For fresh supplies of all we want below;

From every clime, from every shore, Thine ear
'Midst all Thy children the same voice may hear,
"Give us this day our daily bread," — for we
Must droop, and faint, and perish without Thee;

Withdraw Thy grace, — Faith breathes its parting sigh,
Withhold Thy care one moment, — and we die.