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.

 2  If in the test of my trouble,

       Faint be my spirit and heart,

    Faith, with the star of hope glimm'ring,

       Shall all be taken apart,

    May then Thy faith with Thy life-pow'r

       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.