tr., John Brownlie
I sought the Lord at early morn,
When earth awoke to see the light;
And to my soul a light was borne
That quelled the darkness of my night;
He heard my prayer at early morn,
And light into my heart was borne.
I sought the Lord when noontide shone,
And head and hand earth's duties shared;
|I am Thy servant, Lord, alone,|
I said, and told Him how I fared;
He heard my prayer as I drew near,
And kept me at my task, sincere.
I sought the Lord when evening fell,
And night came gliding on apace;
For I had sins my Lord to tell,
And He is full of pardoning grace;
He heard my prayer, and bade me rest,
And in His love my soul was blest.
At morn, at noon, at night I'll pray,
And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear,
For Thou art near my path alway,
To aid, to comfort, or to cheer;
No hour too early, none too late,
To knock imploring at Thy gate.
O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise,
'Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray,
For Thou didst speak with God always,
At morn, at noon, at close of day;
And Thou hast said He hears the prayer,
The longing soul breathes everywhere.