1 Dear Lord, who sought at dawn of day,
The solitary woods to pray,
In quietness we come to ask
Thy guidance for the daily task.
2 O Master, who with kindly face
At noonday trod the marketplace,
We crave a brother’s smile and song,
While mingling with the lonely throng.
3 Thou wearied Christ, at eventide
Communing on the mountainside,
In mystic stillness now we seek
Thy presence for the coming week.
4 Strong Pilot, who at midnight hour
Could calm the sea with gentle power,
Grant us the skill to aid the bark
Of those who drift in storm and dark.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16110