| 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. |
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| | | 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. |