With the Morn in Radiance Breaking

Verse 1

With the morning radiance breaking Earth in all her glory waking, Sky and sea, Thine own creation, Hymn Thee, Lord, in adoration.

Verse 2

Man whom Thou hast richly dowered, Blessings on his head hast showered; All ungrateful, shamed before Thee, Man alone does not adore Thee.

Verse 3

Scarce from sleep my thoughts awaken When to Thee my vows are taken; Thou, whose robe is gladsome nature, Lord of every grateful creature.

Verse 4

Death hath many captives numbered While in peace we calmly slumbered; Now the newborn day arriving Summons us to noble striving.