ear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun,
That lights that morning sky.

III

O, brighter than the rising morn,
When He, victorious rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes;--

IV

O, brighter than that glorious morn,
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.

V

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth's dark night is past;--
O, haste the rising of that morn,
That day that aye shall last.

VI

And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.

VII

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings;--
Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray
Come quickly, King of kings.

I

Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind,
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.

II

I have no food my soul to feed,
Be Thou my Bread of Life indeed;
My parched spirit sighs, O give
The stream of Life that I may live.

III

My filthy raiment I disown,
Clothe with Thy righteousness alone,
And I shall walk approved by Thee,
Clad in Thy robe of purity.

IV

I have no strength; in evil hour
I fall beneath temptation's power;
Be Thou my strength, and I shall stand
Upheld by Thine outstretched hand.

V

I cannot see the path to tread,
And blindly by my sins am led;
Come to my blindness, give me sight
That I may shape my course aright.

VI

I cannot live if Thou deny
The prayer uplifted with my cry;
I cannot die,--in mercy give
Thy grace, that I may die or live.

VII

Think on me, Lord, for Thou art kind,
And I am needy, poor, and blind;
And let the gifts Thou hast in store,
Enrich me daily, more and more.