1 In the morning I will raise
To my God the voice of praise;
With His kind protection blest,
Sweet and deep has been my rest.
2 In the morning I will pray
For His blessing on the day;
What this day shall be my lot,
Light or darkness, know I not.
3 Should it be with clouds o'ercast,
Clouds of sorrow gathering fast,
Thou, who givest light Divine,
Shine within me, Lord, O Shine.
4 Show me, if I tempted be,
How to find all strength in Thee,
And a perfect triumph win
Over every bosom sin.
5 Keep my feet from secret snares,
Keep my eyes, O God, from tears,
Every step Thy grace attend,
And my soul from death defend.
6 Then when fall the shades of night,
All within shall still be light;
Thou wilt peace around diffuse,
Gently as the evening dews.
Amen.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895