In the morning I will raise To my God the voice of praise; With His kind protection blest, Sweet and deep has been my rest. In the morning I will pray For His blessing on the day; What this day shall be my lot, Light or darkness, I know not. Should it be with clouds o’ercast, Clouds of sorrow gathering fast, Thou, who givest light divine, Shine with me, Lord, O shine. Show me, if I tempted be, How to find all strength in Thee, And a perfect triumph win Over every bosom sin. Keep my feet from secret snares, Keep my eyes, O God, from tears, Every step Thy grace attend, And my soul from death defend. Then when fall the shades of night, All within shall still be light; Thou wilt peace around diffuse, Gently as the evening dews. |