1 Father, on Thy holy morning,
Up to Thee our thoughts take wing;
With the little rills rejoicing,
With the birds we sing.
All the air is filled with pleasure,
All Thy wondrous works proclaim,
In one sweet harmonious chorus,
Hallowed be Thy name.
2 In these young hearts soft and tender,
Guide my hand good seed to sow,
That in blossoming may praise Thee,
Wheresoe’er they god. [Refrain]
3 Father, order all my footsteps;
So direct my daily way,
That, in following me, the children
May not go astray. [Refrain]Source: The Bright Array #31