1 While yet the morn is breaking,
I thank my God once more,
Beneath whose care awaking,
I find the night is o'er;
I thank Him that He calls me
To life and health anew;
I know, whate'er befalls me,
His care will still be true.

2 Guardian of Israel, hear me,
Watch over me through the day;
In all I do be near me--
For others too I pray:
To Thee I would commend them,
Our church, our youth, our land;
Direct them and defend them,
When dangers are at hand.

3 Oh, gently grant Thy blessing,
That we may do Thy will,
No more Thy ways transgressing,
Our proper task fulfill:
With Peter's full affiance
Let down our nets again;
If Thou art our reliance,
Our toil will not be vain.

4 Thou art the Vine--oh, nourish
The branches graft in Thee,
And let them grow and flourish
A fair and fruitful tree.
Thy Spirit put within us,
And let His gifts of grace
To all good actions win us,
That best may show His praise.