1 

Fresh as the dew of the morning,

   Bringing a sweet rest unheard,

Christ, in the gentle anointing,

   Whispers His comforting word:

Stand till the trial is over,

   Stand till the tempest is gone,

Stand for the glory of Jesus,

   Stand till the kingdom is won.

 2 

If in the test of my trouble,

   Faint be my spirit and heart,

Faith, with the star of hope glimm'ring,

   Shall all be taken apart,

May then Thy faith with Thy life-pow'r

   Over me hold its full sway

That all Thy riches of glory

   Now I may share and for aye.

 3 

Lord, as the morning sun dawning,

   Chase all my darkness away,

And with Thy kind wings of healing

   Turn all my night into day.

Come Thou, O come, Lord of comfort,

   Come to my sad, weary heart,

Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,

   Never, O never depart.