The Golden Morning

The gold­en morn­ing

joy her adorn­ing

With splen­dor near us

draw­eth to cheer us

With heart-re­fresh­ing and beau­ti­ful light.

My head and mem­bers lay wrapt all in slum­bers

But now awak­ing

and sleep from me shak­ing

Heaven’s blest sun­shine doth glad­den my sight.

Mine eye be­hold­eth what God up­hold­eth

Made for His glo­ry

to tell the sto­ry

To us of pow­er and wis­dom so great;

And where the Fa­ther the faith­ful shall ga­ther

In peace

when­ev­er earth’s ties they shall sev­er

And leave this mor­tal and per­ish­ing state.

Come ye with sing­ing

to God be bring­ing

Goods and each bless­ing—all we’re pos­ses­sing—

All be to God as an of­fer­ing brought.

Hearts with love glow­ing

with prais­es o’er­flow­ing

Thanksgiving voic­es

in these God re­joic­es

All oth­er of­fer­ings with­out them are naught.

To morn and ev­en His thoughts are giv­en

Increase He giv­eth

sor­row re­liev­eth

These are the works that He do­eth alone.

When we are sleep­ing

watch is He aye keep­ing

When we’re awak­ing

care still of us tak­ing

He makes the light of His grace to shine down.

My thoughts I’ve rais­èd to Thee who art prais­èd

For aye in Heav­en! Suc­cess be giv­en

May my en­dea­vors all un­hin­dered be!

From ev­ery ev­il and work of the dev­il

From mal­ice ev­er

Oh do Thou de­liv­er!

In all Thy pre­cepts es­tab­lish Thou me!

May it de­light me

may no pain grieve me

When ov­er­flows the cup that my bro­ther

Or neigh­bor hath

with Thy bless­ings so free.

Covetous burn­ing and un­chris­tian yearn­ing

For ill pos­ses­sions

blot out such trans­gres­sions

Cast them

O Fa­ther! all in­to the sea!

The life we’re liv­ing

what is it giv­ing?

Ere any think­eth

to ground it sink­eth

Soon as the breath of the grave on it blow.

All things to­ge­ther dread ruin must shiv­er

The earth and heav­en they must per­ish even

Wrapt in the flames that shall ar­dent­ly glow!

All—all de­cay­eth

but God still stay­eth

His thoughts they wa­ver a mo­ment nev­er

His word and will both eter­nal en­dure.

His grace and favor un­in­jured are ev­er

Deadly wounds heal­ing

the heart with peace fill­ing

Health here and yon­der to us they en­sure.

My God

for ev­er do Thou de­liv­er!

Shield me

and cov­er my debts all over

In grace

Thine eyes from my sins turn away.

Govern and guide me

be ever be­side me

As it is pleas­ing to Thee! am I plac­ing

All in Thy hand and dis­pos­al for aye.

Wilt Thou give ev­er to me what­ev­er

My life is need­ing? May I be heed­ing

Ever the faith­ful word spok­en by Thee.

God is the high­est

the great­est

the nigh­est

Gracious is ev­er

is change­able nev­er

Of all our trea­sures the nob­lest is He.

Wilt Thou then grieve me

gall to drink give me?

Must I be pass­ing through cares ha­rass­ing?

Do then as seem­eth it good un­to Thee.

Whate’er sup­port­eth

is use­ful or hurt­eth

Thou know­est ev­er

and chast­en­est nev­er

Too much

in case we o’er­bur­dened should be.

Trial God send­eth

speed­ily end­eth

Storm on the ocean

wind’s mad com­mo­tion

Lightens the sun­shine so glad­some and bright.

Fullness of plea­sure

and glo­ri­ous lei­sure

Will then be giv­en to me in yon Heav­en

Whither my thoughts aye to turn take de­light.