To Thee, O Lord, with dawning light,
My thankful voice I'll raise,
Thy mighty power to celebrate,
Thy holy Name to praise;
For Thou, in helpless hour of night,
Hast compass'd all my bed,
And now, refresh'd with peaceful sleep,
Thou liftest up my head.
Grant me, my God, thy quick'ning grace,
Through this, and every day,
That, guided and supported thus,
My feet may never stray.
Increase my faith, increase my hope,
Increase my zeal and love;
And fix my heart's affections, all,
On Christ, and things above.
And when, life's labours o'er, I sink
To slumber, in the grave,
In death's dark vale, be Thou my trust,
To succour and to save;
That so, through Him who bled and died,
And rose again, for me;
The grave and gate of death, may prove,
A passage, home, to Thee.