In the Hush of Early Morning

Verse 1

In the hush of early morning, When the breeze is whisp'ring low, There’s a voice that gently calls me, And its accents well I know! Here I am, O Saviour, waiting; For thy will alone is mine, This is all my crown and glory, I am thine, and only thine!

Verse 2

When the noontide falls upon me, With its fervid light'ning ray, There’s a voice, divinely earnest, Bids me work while it is day; Open, Saviour, now before me All thy will for me to do, Only help me, watching, working, Still to keep my Lord in view!

Verse 3

As the dewy shades steal downward O’er the earth at evening mild, There’s a voice I love that whispers, "After labor, rest, my child!" O my Saviour, loving, tender, Help me to account it blest Thus to work within thy vineyard, Till thou callest me to rest!