1Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hearMy voice ascending high;To Thee will I direct my prayer,To Thee lift up mine eye- 2Up to the hills where Christ is goneTo plead for all His saints,Presenting at His Father’s throneOur songs and our complaints. 3O may Thy Spirit guide my feetIn ways of righteousness;Make every path of […]
1The dawn of God’s dear SabbathBreaks o’er the earth again,As some sweet summer morningAfter a night of pain;It comes as cooling showersTo some exhausted land,As shade of clustered palm trees‘Mid weary wastes of sand. 2Lord, we would bring for offering,Though marred with earthly soil,A week of earnest labor,Of steady, faithful toil,Fair fruits of self denial,Of
1O splendor of God’s glory bright,From light eternal bringing light;O Light of life, light’s living spring,True day, all days illumining. 2O Thou true Sun, on us Thy glanceLet fall in royal radiance;The Spirit’s sanctifying beamUpon our earthly senses stream. 3O joyful be the passing dayWith thoughts as clear as morning’s ray,With faith like noontide shining
1Now that the daylight fills the sky,We lift our hearts to God on high,That He, in all we do or say,Would keep us free from harm today; 2Would guard our hearts and tongues from strife;From anger’s din would shield our life;From evil sights would turn our eyes,And close our ears to vanities; 3So we, when
1When morning gilds the skies my heart awaking cries,May Jesus Christ be praised!Alike at work and prayer, to Jesus I repair:May Jesus Christ be praised! 2Whene’er the sweet church bell peals over hill and dell,May Jesus Christ praised!O hark to what it sings, as joyously it rings,May Jesus Christ be praised! 3The night becomes as
1Morning has broken like the first morning,Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.Praise for the singing!Praise for the morning!Praise for the springing fresh from the Word! 2Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven,Like the first dewfall on the first grass.Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,Sprung in completeness where His feet pass. 3Mine
1Open now thy gates of beauty,Zion, let me enter there,Where my soul in joyful dutyWaits for God Who answers prayer.Oh, how blessèd is this place,Filled with solace, light, and grace! 2Gracious God, I come before Thee,Come Thou also unto me;Where we find Thee and adore Thee,There a heav’n on earth must be.To my heart, oh,
