In the Hush of Early Morning

In the hush of ear­ly morn­ing

When the breeze is whis­per­ing low

There’s a voice that gent­ly calls me

And its ac­cents well I know;

Here I am

O Sav­ior

wait­ing

For Thy will alone is mine;

This is all my crown and glo­ry:

I am Thine

and on­ly Thine.

When the noon­tide falls up­on me

With its fer­vid light­en­ing ray

There’s a voice di­vine­ly ear­nest

Bids me work while it is day;

Open

Sav­ior

now be­fore me

All Thy will for me to do;

Only help me

watch­ing

work­ing

Still to keep my Lord in view.

As the dewy shades steal down­ward

O’er the earth at ev­en­ing mild

There’s a voice I love that whis­pers

After la­bor

rest

My child.

O my Sav­ior

lov­ing

ten­der

Help me to ac­count it blest

Thus to work with­in Thy vine­yard

Till Thou call­est me to rest.