Riseth now the star of day,
Let us kneel to God, and pray,
That throughout its hours He will
Keep us safely from all ill.

Bridle Thou our tongue, O Lord,
Hush each rising strifeful word;
Kindly veil our treacherous eyes
From ensnaring vanities.

Let our inmost hearts be clean,
Banish slothfulness and sin;
With spare diet let the pride
Of the flesh be mortified.

So that, when the day has fled,
And the night has come instead,
We, preserved thus clean by Thee,
Thy great name may glorify.

—Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)