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 Savior, waiting
For Thy will alone is mine
This is all my crown and glory
I am Thine, and only Thine
When the moontide falls upon me
With its fervid light'ning ray
There's a voice divinely earnest
Bids me work while it is day
Open, Savior, 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 Savior, loving, tender
Help me to account it blest
Thus to work within Thy vineyard
Till Thou callest me to rest
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