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 whte'er befalls me

His care will still be true.

Guardian of Israel, hear me,

Watch o'er me through 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.

O gently grant Thy blessing,

That we may do Thy will,

No more Thy ways transgressing,

Our proper task fulfil;

With Peter's full affiance

Let down our nets again,

If Thou art our reliance

Our toil will not be vain.

Thou art the Vine,--oh 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 all good actions win us,

That best may show His praise.