While Yet the Morn Is Breaking

While yet the morn is break­ing

I thank my God once more

Beneath whose care awak­ing

I find the night is o’er.

I thank Him that He calls me

To life and health anew;

I know

what­e’er be­falls me

His care will still be true.

O Is­ra­el’s guard­ian

hear me

Watch ov­er me this day;

In all I do be near me.

For oth­ers

too

I pray;

To Thee I would com­mend them

Our Church

our youth

our land

Direct them and de­fend them

When dang­ers are at hand.

O gra­cious Lord

di­rect us

Thy doc­trine pure de­fend

From he­re­sies pro­tect us

And for Thy Word con­tend

That we may praise Thee ev­er

O God

with one ac­cord

And say: The Lord

our Sav­ior

Be ev­er­more ad­ored.

Oh

grant us peace and glad­ness

Give us our dai­ly bread

Shield us from grief and sad­ness

On us Thy bless­ings shed.

Grant that our whole be­hav­ior

In truth and right­eous­ness

May praise Thee

Lord

our Sav­ior

Whose ho­ly name we bless.

And gent­ly grant Thy bless­ing

That we may do Thy will

No more Thy ways trans­gress­ing

Our pro­per task ful­fill

With Pe­ter’s full as­sur­ance

Let down our nets again.

Success will crown en­dur­ance

If faith­ful we re­main.

Thou art the vine—oh

nour­ish

The branch­es graft in Thee

And let them grow and flour­ish

A fair and fruit­ful tree.

Thy Spir­it pour with­in us

And let His gifts of grace

To such good act­ions win us

As best may show Thy praise.