The Chorale Book for England ‎#163

163. While yet the morn is breaking

While yet the morn is breaking
I thank my God once more,
Beneath whose care awaking
I find the night is o'er;
I thank Him that He calls me
To life and health anew,
I know whte'er befalls me
His care will still be true.

Guardian of Israel, hear me,
Watch o'er me through the day,
In all I do be near me:
For others too I pray,
To Thee I would commend them,
Our Church, our youth, our land,
Direct them and defend them
When dangers are at hand.

O gently grant Thy blessing,
That we may do Thy will,
No more Thy ways transgressing,
Our proper task fulfil;
With Peter's full affiance
Let down our nets again,
If Thou art our reliance
Our toil will not be vain.

Thou art the Vine,--oh nourish
The branches graft in Thee,
And let them grow and flourish
A fair and fruitful tree;
Thy Spirit put within us,
And let His gifts of grace
To all good actions win us,
That best may show His praise.

Text Information

• First Line: While yet the morn is breaking
• Title: While yet the morn is breaking
• German Title: Dank sei Gott in der Höhe
• Author: J. Mühlmann (1618)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1863

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