Praise the Lord, When Blushing Morning

Praise the Lord

when blush­ing morn­ing

Wakes the blos­soms fresh with dew;

Praise Him when re­vived cre­ation

Beams with beau­ties fair and new.

Praise the Lord

and may His bless­ing

Guide us in the way of truth;

Keep our feet from paths of er­ror

Make us ho­ly in our youth.

Praise the Lord when ear­ly breez­es

Come so frag­rant from the flow­ers;

Praise thou wil­low by the brook-side

Praise

ye birds among the bow­ers.