The Breaking Morn Comes Back to Bless

1 The breaking morn comes back to bless
The earth from pole to pole;
So come, sweet Sun of Righteousness,
And shine into my soul.

2 A silver mist along the lawn,
From every dewy sod,
Goes up to heaven; and so at dawn
I lift my thoughts to God.

3 I think how Thou didst wake, O Lord,
Before the break of day,
And seek the lonely mountain sward;
So teach my lips to pray.

4 I think how Thou didst sleep and rise,
So many nights and days,
A Child obedient, holy, wise,
And perfect in Thy ways.

5 The dawn of day, the dawn of life,
Were blest alike to Thee;
Thou know'st the danger and the strike;
Lord bless them both to me.

Amen.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #6