Morning Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Oh gracious Master, just and true,
With all Thy wondrous plans,
Lead us, a trodden nation, through
This dark and stormy land!

Thou who didst hear our father's cry,
Midst suffering pain and woe,
Who dried the tear drops from their eye,
Can guide us as we go.

Let not our hearts with trouble wake,
And say there is no way.
The hour before the morning break,
Gives little hope of day.

Oh let this be the darkest hour,
Which vails the dawning light;
And let us trust Jehovah's power,
Till daybreak fades the night.