The Cyber Hymnal ‎#7887

7887. The Messenger

1 I may hear His voice at morning,
When the sky is softly bright,
And a flood of golden glory
Tinges every purple height;
Ere my hands begin the labor
Which belongeth to the day,
I may hear Him softly whisper,
Fold thy work and come away.

2 I may hear Him in the noontide,
When the reapers take their rest,
And the golden sheaves are lying
Prostrate on the earth’s warm breast;
In the overpowering brightness
Of the glorious midday sun,
He may come with shining sickle
And life’s work for me be done.

3 I may hear Him in the midnight,
As His voice of solemn cheer
Pierces through the mystic silence,
Whispering: Thy Guest is here;
Rise and climb the upper pathway
Where have walked the sons of God;
I, the Messenger, will lead thee
Safely where their feet have trod.

4 Since He may come in the morning,
At the noon or eventide,
I must have my garments ready,
And my lamp with oil supplied;
I must listen for His knocking,
I must rise and ope the gate,
For He comes to guide me safely
Where the angels for me wait.

Text Information

• First Line: I may hear His voice at morning
• Title: The Messenger
• Author: Susie V. Aldrich (1884)
• Meter: 87.87. D
• Language: English
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tune: WEBSTER GROVES by Hubert P. Main

Tune Information

• Name: SANCTUARY
• Composer: John Bacchus Dykes (1871)
• Meter: 87.87. D
• Key: A♭ Major
• Source: Anglican Hymn Book?, 1871
• Copyright: Public Domain