1 When thou wakest in the morning
Ere thou tread'st the untried way
Of the lot that lies before thee
Whether sunbeams promise brightness,
2 In the calm of sweet communion
In the peace of soul-outpouring
Care be banished, patience won;
And if earth with its enchantments
3 Then, as hour by hour glides by thee,
Thou wilt blessed guidance know,
Thine own burdens being lightened,
Thou canst bear another's woe;
Thou canst help the weak ones onward,
Thou canst raise up those that fall:
4 And if weariness creeps o'er thee
As the day wears to its close,
Or if sudden fierce temptation
Bring thee face to face with foes;
In thy weakness, in thy peril,
Raise to heaven a truthful call;