A Hymn of Morning Praise Daniel S. Warner, pub.1888 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Praise, Morning Scripture: Psalm 5:3 A Hymn of Morning Praise [.xml] Clarence E. Hunter, pub.1900 copyright status is Public Domain Key: A Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. O God, inspire our morning hymn Of love and gratitude; Oh, bless the sacrifice we bring, Thou Source of every good. Refrain: Touched by Thy hand of love, we wake, And rise from sweet repose; Thy praise shall first the silence break, Thy peace within us flows. Thy miracle of love so sweet Preserved us all secure; While helpless in unconscious sleep, Thy presence kept us pure. ’Tis blest to rise, O Lord, and join With nature’s minstrelsy; To hymn Thy praise at early morn, And offer thanks to Thee. Sweet morning is the time to pray; How lovely and how meet, To send our early thoughts away Up to the mercy seat. The glorious sun has driven far The mystic shades of night; So in our souls the morning star Hath shed His wondrous light.

A Hymn of Morning Praise

Scripture: Psalm 5:3

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Key: A

Meter: 8.6.8.6 D

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O God, inspire our morning hymn
Of love and gratitude;
Oh, bless the sacrifice we bring,
Thou Source of every good.
- Refrain:
  Touched by Thy hand of love, we wake,
  And rise from sweet repose;
  Thy praise shall first the silence break,
  Thy peace within us flows.
Thy miracle of love so sweet
Preserved us all secure;
While helpless in unconscious sleep,
Thy presence kept us pure.
’Tis blest to rise, O Lord, and join
With nature’s minstrelsy;
To hymn Thy praise at early morn,
And offer thanks to Thee.
Sweet morning is the time to pray;
How lovely and how meet,
To send our early thoughts away
Up to the mercy seat.
The glorious sun has driven far
The mystic shades of night;
So in our souls the morning star
Hath shed His wondrous light.