The Golden Key

Verse 1

Prayer is the key on the bending knee To open the morn’s first hours; See the incense rise to the starry skies, Like perfume from the flow’rs.

Verse 2

Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad, When cometh the shades of night, But the daybreak song will the joy prolong, And darkness turn to light.

Verse 3

Take the golden key in your hand and see, As the night tide drifts away, How its blessed hold is a crown of gold, Through the weary hours of day.

Verse 4

When the shadows fall, and the vesper call Is sobbing its low refrain, ’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-worn feet, And a healing touch for pain.

Verse 5

Soon the year’s dark door shall be shut no more; Life’s tears shall be wiped away As the pearl gates swing and the gold harps ring, Ush’ring in eternal day.