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 trial is over, |
| | Stand till the tempest is gone, |
| Stand for the glory of Jesus, |
| | Stand till the kingdom is won. |
Chorus |
| | 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 glimmring, |
| | Shall all be taken apart, |
| May then Thy faith with Thy life-powr |
| | 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. |