FRESH AS THE DEW OF THE MORNING
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
trials to over,
Stand till the
tempest is gone,
Stand for the glory
of Jesus,
Stand till the
kingdom is won.
Refrain
Lord of all hope,
O how sweet is Thy
voice.
Making my heart in
Thy presence rejoice.
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.
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