My opening eyes with rapture see The dawn of this returning day; My thoughts, O God, ascend to Thee, While thus my early vows I pay. I yield my heart to Thee alone, Nor would receive another guest: Eternal King, erect Thy throne, And reign sole monarch in my breast. O bid this trifling world retire, And drive each carnal thought away; Nor let me feel one vain desire, One sinful thought, through all the day. Then, to Thy courts when I repair, My soul shall rise on joyful wing, The wonders of Thy love declare, And join the strains which angels sing.