By which such virtue may in me be bred,

That in Thy holy footsteps I may tread:

The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind,

That I may have the power to sing to Thee;

And sound Thy praises everlastingly.

Wordsworth.

Up to the throne of God is borne

The voice of praise at early morn,

And He accepts the punctual hymn

Sung as the light of day grows dim.