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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