| In the morning I will raiseTo my God the voice of praise;
 With His kind protection blest,
 Sweet and deep has been my rest.
 In the morning I will prayFor 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.
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