Sweet Is The Breath Of Morning Air

Sweet is the breath of morning air;
Sweet is the dawn, when skies are fair;
Sweeter by far than aught beside
In God’s own favor to abide.

Blest be the gracious power above
For all our rest, and all his love;
For health preserved, for strength retained,
For faith renewed, and hope regained.

Wake, and the song of joy up-raise;
Wake, and resound jehovah’s praise;
Praise ye the God of death and night;
Praise ye the Lord of life and light!

O, let thy watchful care, dear Lord,
Direct each deed, and mold each word;
Check every thought that turns astray;
And guide and guard us through the day.