Lord God of morn-ing and of night, We thank Thee for Thy gift of light; As
2 And when to Heaven's all-glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring,
And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy
in my
Saviour's name,
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
Come, my soul, thou must be waking; Now is breaking O'er the earth an-oth
Come to Him who made this splendor; See thou ren-der All thy fee-ble strength can
Flushing the east with prophecies of day, - We thank Thee, O
*This slur is to be omitted in the other stanzas; and in the 2d and 3d it should be placed over the first two notes of
2 For the fresh life that through our being flows
With its full tide to strengthen and to bless;
For calm sweet thoughts, upspringing from repose
To bear to Thee their song of thankfulness,
We praise Thee, O our God!
3 Day uttereth speech to day, and night to night
Tells of Thy power and glory. So would we,
Thy children, duly, with the morning light,
Or at still eve, upon the bended knee
Adore Thee, O our God!
4 Thou know'st our needs, Thy fulness will supply;
Our blindness, let Thy hand still lead us on
Till, visited by the dayspring from on high,
Our prayer, one only, "Let Thy will be done!"
We breathe to Thee, O God!
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