Hymnal: Hymnal #314 (1871) Lyrics: 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, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's Naem,
Then Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my advocate with God.
3 As every day Thy mercy spares
Will bring its trials and its cares,
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me Thy precepts, all divine,
And be Thy great example mine.
4 When pain transfixes every part,
Or languor settles at the heart;
When on my bed, diseased, opprest,
I turn, and sigh, and long for rest;
O great Physician, see my grief,
And grant Thy servant sweet relief.
5 Should poverty's consuming blow
Lay all my worldly comforts low;
And neither help nor hope appear
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer;
Lord, pity and supply my need,
For Thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.
6 Should Providence profusely pour
Its various blessings on my store;
O keep me from the ills that wait
On such a seeming prosperous state:
From hurtful passions set me free,
And humbly may I walk with Thee.
7 When each day's scenes and labours close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies.
8 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise. Topics: Family Worship Languages: English
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