The morning Sun mounts yonder hill,
The morning breezes play:
In day’s pure light the stars of night
Fade silently away.
The Power Divine that framed all lives
Unfolding to the dawn,
Invoke my soul to sing the praise
Of rosy-fingered morn.
Above the soft day’s breathing quiet
Rises the city's hum,
And warblings fill the woodland glen,
Which ere while waited dumb.
O Holy Power, throughout this day
My strength and portion be,
To yield to life a heart of faith,
And Love's sweet sympathy.
Make me a light to those who grope,
A door to those who seek,
A solace to the hearts that mourn,
A refuge to the weak.
A buoy to bear the sinking freight
Of many a frail soul’s bark,
To hearts far tossed on stressful seas,
A friendly, kindly ark.
Unfold the power of good in me,
Beyond Faith’s utmost bound,
Till life above, and life below,
Reflect heaven's perfect round.