Verse 1

Sweetly the holy hymn Breaks on the morning air; Before the world with smoke is dim, We meet to offer prayer.

Verse 2

While flow'rs are wet with dews, Dew of our souls, descend; Ere yet the sun the day renews, O Lord, Thy Spirit send.

Verse 3

Upon the battlefield, Before the fight begins, We seek, O Lord, Thy shelt'ring shield, To guard us from our sins.

Verse 4

On the lone mountain side, Before the morning's light, The Man of sorrows wept and cried, And rose refreshed with might.

Verse 5

Oh, hear us then, for we Are very weak and frail, We make the Saviour's name our plea, And surely must prevail.