When The Morn Is Bright And Fair


When the morn is bright and fair,
When sweet songsters charm the air,
I will lift my heart in prayer,
I will seek my Father;
Lest my feet should go astray
From his pure and perfect way;
Lest I grieve him as I may,
I will seek my Father.

In the solitude apart,
In the wilderness or mart,
Oh! my sorely tempted heart,
I will seek my Father;
In the darkness as the day,
He shall be my Guide and Stay;
I will lean on him alway,
I will seek my Father.

When the evening sun is red,
When each blossom droops its head,
Kneeling low beside my bed,
I will seek my Father;
That I slumber in his care,
Shielded from each harmful snare,
And for life or death prepare,
I will seek my Father.