Dear Lord, Who Sought at Dawn of Day

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.

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.

Thou wear­ied Christ

at ev­en­tide

Communing on the mount­ain­side

In mys­tic still­ness now we seek

Thy pre­sence for the com­ing week.

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.