1 While yet the morn is breaking,
I thank my God once more,
Beneath whose care awaking,
I find the night is o'er;
I thank Him that He calls me
To life and health anew;
I know, whate'er befalls me,
His care will still be true.

2 Guardian of Israel, hear me,
Watch over me thro' the day;
In all I do be near me;
For others too I pray;
To Thee I would commend them,
Our Church, our youth, our land;
Direct them and defend them
When dangers are at hand.

3 O gently grant Thy blessing,
That we may do Thy will;
No more Thy ways transgressing,
Our proper task fulfill;
With Peter's full affiance
Let down our nets again;
If Thou art our reliance,
Our toil will not be vain.

4 Thou art the Vine--O nourish
The branches graft in Thee,
And let them grow and flourish,
A fair and fruitful tree;
Thy Spirit put within us,
And let His gifts of grace
To such good actions win us,
That best may show His praise.

Amen.