Wide The Gates Of Morning Open

Wide the gates of morning open,
Spreading far o’er land and sea,
Softly, gently passing thro’ them
Comes the morning light to me.

O blessed morning light;
The Savior is that light;
He says it today as He said it of old,
I am the light of the world.

Blessed are the beams of glory,
Streaming thro’ the gates ajar,
Where the love of ages dwelling,
Shines upon us from afar. [Refrain]

So we wander, lone and helpless,
Hoping for a better day;
But we feel that God is near us,
When we see the heav’nly ray. [Refrain]