Sweetly the Holy Hymn

Sweetly the ho­ly hymn

Breaks on the morn­ing air;

Before the world with smoke is dim

We meet to of­fer pray­er.

While flow­ers are wet with dews

Dew of our souls

des­cend:

Ere yet the sun the day re­news

O Lord

Thy Spir­it send.

Upon the bat­tle­field

Before the fight be­gins

We seek

O Lord

Thy shel­ter­ing shield

To guard us from our sins.

Ere yet our ves­sel sails

Upon the stream of day

We plead

O Lord

for hea­v’n­ly gales

To speed us on our way!

On the lone mount­ain side

Before the morn­ing’s light

The Man of sor­rows wept and cried

And rose re­freshed with might.

Oh

hear us then

for we

Are ve­ry weak and frail

We make the Sav­ior’s name our plea

And sure­ly must pre­vail.