Sunrise in Country with Watchman, tell us of the night and My God, the spring of all my joys

Watchman, tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are:
Trav’ler, o’er yon mountain’s height,
See that glory beaming star;
Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of joy or hope foretell?
Trav’ler, yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

Watchman, tell us of the night,
Higher yet that star ascends:
Trav’ler, blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.
Watchman, will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Trav’ler, ages are its own,
See, it bursts o’er all the earth.

Watchman, tell us of the night,
For the morning seems to dawn:
Trav’ler, darkness takes its flight,
Doubt and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease;
Hie thee to thy quiet home;
Trav’ler, lo, the Prince of Peace,
Lo, the Son of God is come.
                         John Bowring
  My God, the spring of all my joys,
  The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
  And comfort of my nights!

  In darkest shades if He appear,
  My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s bright morning star,
  And He my rising sun.

  The opening heavens around me shine
  With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
  And whispers, I am His.

  My soul would leave this heavy clay,
  At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
  T’ embrace my dearest Lord.

Rev. Isaac Watts