In the hush of early morning,When the breeze is whisp'ring low,

There's a voice that gently calls me,And its accents well I know;Here I am, O Savior, waiting,

For Thy will alone is mine;This is all my crown and glory:

I am Thine, and only Thine.

In the hush of early morning,When the breeze is whisp'ring low,

There's a voice that gently calls me,And its accents well I know;Here I am, O Savior, waiting,

For Thy will alone is mine;This is all my crown and glory:

I am Thine, and only Thine.

When the noontide falls upon me,With its fervid light'ning ray,

There's a voice that divinely earnest,Bids me work while it is day;Open, Savior, now before me

All Thy will for me to do;Only help me, watching, working,

Still to keep my Lord in view.

When the noontide falls upon me,With its fervid light'ning ray,

There's a voice that divinely earnest,Bids me work while it is day;Open, Savior, now before me

All Thy will for me to do;Only help me, watching, working,

Still to keep my Lord in view.

As the dewy shades steal downwardO'er the earth at evening mild,

There's a voice I love that whispers,“After labor, rest my child;”O my Savior, loving, tender,Help me to account it blest

Thus to work within Thy vineyard,Till Thou callest me to rest.

As the dewy shades steal downwardO'er the earth at evening mild,

There's a voice I love that whispers,“After labor, rest my child;”O my Savior, loving, tender,Help me to account it blest

Thus to work within Thy vineyard,Till Thou callest me to rest.