When, streaming from the eastern skies

Verse 1

When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of Righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine; Chase the dark clouds of guilt away And turn my darkness into day.

Verse 2

When, to Heaven's great and glorious King My morning sacrifice I bring, And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, Ask mercy in my Savior's Name, Then Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood, And be my advocate with God.

Verse 3

As every day Thy mercy spares Will bring its trials and its cares, O Savior, till my life shall end, Be Thou my counselor and friend: Teach me Thy precepts, all divine, And be Thy great example mine.

Verse 4

When pain transfixes every part, Or languor settles at the heart; When on my bed, diseased, oppressed, I turn, and sigh, and long for rest; O great Physician, see my grief, And grant Thy servant sweet relief.

Verse 5

Should poverty's consuming blow Lay all my worldly comforts low; And neither help nor hope appear My steps to guide, my heart to cheer; Lord, pity and supply my need, For Thou, on earth, wast poor indeed.

Verse 6

Should Providence profusely pour Its various blessings on my store; O keep me from the ills that wait On such a seeming prosperous state: From hurtful passions set me free, And humbly may I walk with Thee.

Verse 7

When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Savior, while I rest; And, as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies.

Verse 8

And, at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, thine heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.