G. M. Taylor

8.7.8.7.D.

WHEN thou wakest in the morning

Ere thou tread’st the untried way

Of the lot that lies before thee

Through the coming busy day;

Whether sunbeams promise brightness

Whether dim forebodings fall,

Be thy dawning glad or gloomy,

Go to Jesus, tell Him all.

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In the calm of sweet communion

Let thy daily work be done;

In the peace of soul-outpouring

Care be banished, patience won;

And if earth with its enchantments

Seek thy spirit to enthral,

Ere thou listen, ere thou answer,

Turn to Jesus, tell Him all.

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Then, as hour by hour glides by thee,

Thou wilt blessed guidance know,

Thine own burdens being lightened,

Thou canst bear another’s woe;

Thou canst help the weak ones onward,

Thou canst raise up those that fall:

But, remember, while thou servest,

Still tell Jesus, tell Him all.

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And if weariness creeps o’er thee

As the day wears to its close,

Or if sudden fierce temptation

Bring thee face to face with foes;

In thy weakness, in thy peril,

Raise to heaven a truthful call;

Strength and calm for every crisis

Come, in telling Jesus all.