The wild flower drinks the morning dew and greets the breezes free

1 The wild flower drinks the morning dew,
And greets the breezes free;
The pure in heart their strength renew
From thee, my God, from thee,
From thee, my God, from thee.

2 The tired bird seeks at night her rest
Within the sheltering tree;
So longs the weary heart to rest,
On thee, my God, on thee,
On thee, my God, on thee.

3 The bark by storms and tempest driven
Would to its haven flee;
So turns the spirit, sorely riven,
To thee, my God, to thee,
To thee, my God, to thee.

4 My morning dew, my evening rest,
My quiet haven be;
Give me to find my strength and rest,
In thee, my God, in thee,
In thee, my God, in thee.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #12