Morning Light

Wide the gates of morn­ing op­en

Spreading far o’er land and sea

Softly

gent­ly pass­ing thro’ them

Comes the morn­ing light to me.

O bless­èd morn­ing light;

The Sav­ior is that light;

He says it to­day as He said it of old

I am the light of the world.

Blessèd are the beams of glo­ry

Streaming thro’ the gates ajar

Where the love of ag­es dwell­ing

Shines up­on us from afar.

So we wan­der

lone and help­less

Hoping for a bet­ter day;

But we feel that God is near us

When we see the heav’n­ly ray.