O, how lovely is the morning, When it is begun with God;
Joy and thanks our hearts adorning, As behooves a child of God,
Waking after night so fair In the Maker’s gentle care,
Rising without grief or sorrow To a new and joyful morrow.
Let our eyes be raised to heaven Where the sun is shining bright,
And on hill and dale and meadow Is dispensing life and light;
But far more than sun in space Beams the Saviour’s kindly face;
Truth and kindness, peaceful nearness Shine out in eternal clearness.
Even as the springtime flowers Grow beneath the sun’s warm rays,
So the Lord by His own powers Makes us garlands for His praise;
He invites most lovingly: Little children, come to Me!
All should truly know Him ever, Call Him Brother, Lord, and Saviour!
This day also He will guide us, In our work His help provide,
And on wisdom’s ways He’ll lead us, Standing ever by our side,
That on this whole blessed day No mishap can come our way;
And that under His rich blessing Night will find us sweetly resting.
Through His grace made sweet and easy, We’ll His teachings understand,
When He on the path of duty Gently leads us by the hand.
O, how blest the child that may In His grace begin the day,
Whose desire and wish is wholly By His love to be made holy.
Come then, Lord of life eternal, Step into our midst, we pray;
Help that we may not be merely Hearers of Thy Word today.
To our teacher, O, be near; Bless the children gathered here;
May we thrive in fullest measure, And Thy heart in us find pleasure!
~~Zion’s Harp # 166
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