1 When, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of righteousness divine,
On me with beams of mercy shine;
Chase all dark clouds of guilt away,
And turn my darkness into day.
2 When, unto heaven's glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring;
And, grieving o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy, Saviour, in Thy Name:
My conscience sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.
3 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest:
And as each rising sun I see,
O draw me nearer unto Thee.
4 And, at my life's last setting sun,
My conflict o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
Amen.
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First Line: | When, streaming from the eastern skies |
Title: | When, Streaming from the Eastern Skies |
Author: | William Shrubsole |
Publication Date: | 1937 |