In the Hush of Early Morning

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In the hush of early morning,

When the breeze is whisp'ring low,

There’s a voice that gently calls me,

And its accents well I know!

Here I am, O Saviour, waiting;

For thy will alone is mine,

This is all my crown and glory,

I am thine, and only thine!

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When the noontide falls upon me,

With its fervid light'ning ray,

There’s a voice, divinely earnest,

Bids me work while it is day;

Open, Saviour, now before me

All thy will for me to do,

Only help me, watching, working,

Still to keep my Lord in view!

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As the dewy shades steal downward

O’er the earth at evening mild,

There’s a voice I love that whispers,

"After labor, rest, my child!"

O my Saviour, loving, tender,

Help me to account it blest

Thus to work within thy vineyard,

Till thou callest me to rest!

 

Author: Mrs. R. N. Turner

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