Sweet Is the Breath of Morning Air

Sweet is the breath of morn­ing air;

Sweet is the dawn

when skies are fair;

Sweeter by far than aught be­side

In God’s own fa­vor to abide.

Blest be the gra­cious pow­er above

For all our rest

and all His love;

For health pre­served

for strength re­tained

For faith re­newed

and hope re­gained.

Wake

and the song of joy up-raise;

Wake

and re­sound Je­ho­vah’s praise;

Praise ye the God of death and night;

Praise ye the Lord of life and light!

O

let Thy watch­ful care

dear Lord

Direct each deed

and mold each word;

Check ev­ery thought that turns as­tray;

And guide and guard us through the day.