The Morning-Watch

1 O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs 2 And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds! 3 All the long hours 4 Of night, and rest, 5 Through the still shrouds 6 Of sleep, and clouds, 7 This dew fell on my breast; 8 Oh, how it bloods 9 And spirits all my earth! Hark! In what rings 10 And hymning circulations the quick world 11 Awakes and sings; 12 The rising winds 13 And falling springs, 14 Birds, beasts, all things 15 Adore him in their kinds. 16 Thus all is hurl'd 17 In sacred hymns and order, the great chime 18 And symphony of nature. Prayer is 19 The world in tune, 20 A spirit voice, 21 And vocal joys 22 Whose echo is heav'n's bliss. 23 O let me climb 24 When I lie down! The pious soul by night 25 Is like a clouded star whose beams, though said 26 To shed their light 27 Under some cloud, 28 Yet are above, 29 And shine and move 30 Beyond that misty shroud. 31 So in my bed, 32 That curtain'd grave, though sleep, like ashes, hide 33 My lamp and life, both shall in thee abide.