  When the hush of early morning Ushers in the sunbeams fair, And another day is dawning, ’Tis for you, I breathe a prayer. Somewhere—all my love confessing Ere the busy day is here— You will need the morning blessing, While the angels hover near. Tho’ I hear not what you’re saying, And I know not where you are, Yet for you I shall be praying, While the sunbeams fade the star. When the moon-beams softly stealing Thro’ my windows come to play, And in robe of white I’m kneeling, ’Tis for you I fondly pray. Somewhere—all my love confessing Ere I close my eyes in sleep— You will need the evening blessing, While the angels guard and keep. Tho’ I may not share your pleasure, And I may not know your care, Yet while God’s great love of treasure, I shall breathe your name in prayer. |
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