1 In the hush of early morning,
When the breeze is whisp'ring low,
There’s a voice that gently calls me,
And its accents well I know!
Here I am, O Saviour, waiting;
For thy will alone is mine,
This is all my crown and glory,
I am thine, and only thine!
2 When the noontide falls upon me,
With its fervid light'ning ray,
There’s a voice, divinely earnest,
Bids me work while it is day;
Open, Saviour, now before me
All thy will for me to do,
Only help me, watching, working,
Still to keep my Lord in view!
3 As the dewy shades steal downward
O’er the earth at evening mild,
There’s a voice I love that whispers,
"After labor, rest, my child!"
O my Saviour, loving, tender,
Help me to account it blest
Thus to work within thy vineyard,
Till thou callest me to rest!