Fresh as the dew of the morning

Fresh as the dew of the morning

Bringing a sweet rest unheard

Christ

in the gentle anointing

Whispers His comforting word:

Stand till the trial is over

Stand till the tempest is gone

Stand for the glory of Jesus

Stand till the kingdom is won.

Lord of all hope

O how sweet is Thy voice

Making my heart

In Thy presence rejoice.

If in the test of my trouble

Faint be my spirit and heart

Faith

with the star of hope glimm’ring

Shall all be taken apart

May then Thy faith with Thy life-pow’r

Over me hold its full sway

That all Thy riches of glory

Now I may share and for aye.

Lord

as the morning sun dawning

Chase all my darkness away

And with Thy kind wings of healing

Turn all my night into day.

Come Thou

O come

Lord of comfort

Come to my sad

weary heart

Come

O Thou blest hope of glory

Never

O never depart.