| Sweetly the holy hymnBreaks on the morning air;
 Before the world with smoke is dim
 We meet to offer prayer.
 While flowers are wet with dews,Dew of our souls, descend:
 Ere yet the sun the day renews,
 O Lord, Thy Spirit send.
 Upon the battlefield,Before the fight begins,
 We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield,
 To guard us from our sins.
 Ere yet our vessel sailsUpon the stream of day
 We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
 To speed us on our way!
 On the lone mountain side,Before the morning’s light,
 The Man of sorrows wept and cried,
 And rose refreshed with might.
 Oh, hear us then, for weAre very weak and frail,
 We make the Savior’s Name our plea,
 And surely must prevail.
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