Dark night away hath roll'd,
Glad birds are soaring high,
The sun with rays of gold,
Looks from the dazzling sky.
Teach me to thank the power,
Whose hand sustains me so;
Who o'er each fragrant flower,
Bids dews of mercy flow.
O raise my heart above,
Where angel hosts adore;
I'll praise thee for thy love,
And count thy mercies o'er.