Lord God of Morning

Lord God of morn­ing and of night

We thank Thee for Thy gift of light;

As in the dawn the sha­dows fly

We seem to find Thee now more nigh.

Fresh hopes have wak­ened in our hearts

Fresh en­er­gy to do our parts;

Thy thou­sand sleeps our strength re­store

A thou­sandfold to serve Thee more.

Yet whilst Thy will we would pur­sue

Oft what we would we can­not do;

The sun may stand in ze­nith skies

But on the soul thick mid­night lies.

O Lord of lights! ’tis Thou alone

Canst make our dark­ened hearts Thine own;

Though this new day with joy we see

O dawn of God! we cry for Thee!

Praise God

our mak­er and our friend!

Praise Him through time

till time shall end!

Till psalm and song His name ad­ore

Through Heav’n’s great day of ev­er­more!