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Author

Mrs. R. N. Turner

Composer

William James Kirkpatrick

Arranger

A. H. M.

Lyrics

In the hush of early morning,
When the breeze is whisp'ring low,
There's a voice that gently calls me,
And its accents well I know!
Here am I, O Saviour, waiting;
For Thy will alone is mine,
This is all my crown and glory,
I am Thine and only Thine!

When the noontide falls upon me,
With its fervid, lightening ray,
There's a voice, divinely earnest,
Bids me work while it is day;
Open, Saviour, now before me
All Thy will for me to do,
Only help me, watching, working,
Still to keep my Lord in view!

As the dewy shades steal downward
O'er the earth at evening mild,
There's a voice I love that whispers,
"After labor, rest, my child!"
O my Saviour, loving, tender,
Help me to account it blest
Thus to work within Thy vineyard,
Till Thou callest me to rest!