Morning Song

The dawning day is beaming,
The long night flies away,
The gates of light are gleaming,
Oped by the rosy ray.
Thou beauteous light of earth, all hail !
Let not thy cheering presence fail !

Above all goodness dwelleth;
Where, at the fount of light,
The angel-chorus swelleth,
There it is ever bright !
Though here in darksome vale we stray,
'T is lighted by that glorious ray.

Thy light and blessing sending
From Thine own radiant side,
While here our dark paths wending,
Be Thou our guard and guide.
Lift up the brightness of Thy face !
Forsake not, Lord, Thy chosen race !