Hymns of the flat earth

The sun to know his proper hour to rise

“My God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise,
And to give light to all below
Down send him round the skies.     

    “When, from the chambers of the East,
    His morning race begins
    He never tires nor stops to rest,
    But, round the world he shines.

“God of the morning, at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journeys through the skies;
He sends the sun his circuit round
To cheer the fruits and warm the ground.”

  How fair has the day been!
  How bright was the sun!
  How lovely and the joyful!
  The course that he run!

What's the problem? "Round the skies" could just as well apply to around the Globe.
And "from the chambers of the East" hardly fits with flat-Earth Sun's being always 700 miles (according to Rowbotham) or 3000 miles (according to modern flat-Earthers).

Then again, "the sun his circuit round" fits a Sun in "his circuit round" the Globe.

I was thinking of that song when i composed mine.

You are too late to do it. I have waited for an American do it but nobody did. I have not enough English to convert it to a song, hence directly have got it.