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1 WHEN, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When to heaven's great and glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring:
And grieving o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in Thy name:
My conscience sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And as each morning's sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
4 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
Then from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When, streaming from the eastern skies |
Meter: | L. M. 61 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Morning |
Notes: | W. Shrubsole. |