1 When breaks the crimson morning dawn,
Ere Nature greets the smiling sun,
My faith looks up to thee;
Before I tread the way untried,
Before the ills of day betide,
I seek thee, Lord, for none beside
Can help or strengthen me.
2 I need thee at the noontide hour,
Low kneeling wait for grace and pow’r,
And Heaven’s favor gain;
For there the sunbeams richly fall,
My strength would fail me but for all
Thou lendest me—on thee I call,
The help of man is vain.
3 And at the peaceful eventide,
O Savior, draw me to thy side,
My trembling hand in thine;
Forgotten all my earthly woes,
And pain the hours of day disclose,
My tranquil soul in sweet repose
Shall rest, for thou art mine.
4 I need thee in death’s chilly vale,
Let not thy gracious presence fail,
Nor staff to comfort me;
When waves are rolling deep and wide,
Triumphant bear me o’er the tide,
For whom have I on earth beside,
Or whom in heav’n but thee?
Birth: Oct. 9, 1882, Parke County, Indiana, USA
Death: Mar. 20, 1980, Tampa, Hillsborough County, Florida, USA
Clara McAlister Brooks was one of our early songwriters and four of her pieces are in the current hymnal. From the earliest days of the movement we have had women prominent in all forms of our ministry—missionaries, evangelists, teachers, pastors, and God has honored their sacrificial labors. For that reason we can stand in amazement when here, in the 1970s, such old-line denominations as the Episcopal church are being racked with controversy over whether the ordination of women is permissible. But before we gather Pharisaic robes about ourselves, perhaps we need to look candidly at the way in which we, too, succumbed to so… Go to person page >