CH1941, Hymn #40

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 flowers 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 sheltering shield,
To guard us from our sins.

Verse 4
On the lone mountainside,
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.