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.

Let songs of praise arise
To God at early morn,
When golden beams from eastern skies
The mountain peaks adorn.

When plumaged songsters raise
Their varied notes of joy,
When blossoms breathe their fragrant praise,
Let praise our tongues employ.

At noontide, too, O Lord,
Thy praise shall be our theme,
When floods of burning light are poured
O’er mountain, vale and stream.

At evening’s starlit hour,
Still be His praise expressed,
When countless stars of light,
His pow’r and watchful love attest.