Sweet is the breath of morning air;
Sweet is the dawn, when skies are fair;
Sweeter by far than aught beside
In Godís own favor to abide.
Blest be the gracious power above
For all our rest, and all His love;
For health preserved, for strength retained,
For faith renewed, and hope regained.
Wake, and the song of joy up-raise;
Wake, and resound Jehovahís praise;
Praise ye the God of death and night;
Praise ye the Lord of life and light!
O, let Thy watchful care, dear Lord,
Direct each deed, and mold each word;
Check every thought that turns astray;
And guide and guard us through the day.