In the Morning I Will Raise

In the morn­ing I will raise

To my God the voice of praise;

With His kind pro­tect­ion blest

Sweet and deep has been my rest.

In the morn­ing I will pray

For His bless­ing on the day;

What this day shall be my lot

Light or dark­ness

I know not.

Should it be with clouds o’er­cast

Clouds of sor­row ga­ther­ing fast

Thou

who giv­est light di­vine

Shine with me

Lord

O shine.

Show me

if I tempt­ed be

How to find all strength in Thee

And a per­fect tri­umph win

Over ev­ery bo­som sin.

Keep my feet from sec­ret snares

Keep my eyes

O God

from tears

Every step Thy grace at­tend

And my soul from death de­fend.

Then when fall the shades of night

All with­in shall still be light;

Thou wilt peace around dif­fuse

Gently as the ev­en­ing dews.