Morning Meditation 318
Tune: Miss S. G. Jones, 1850
Alto: Miss Dosia McCoy, 1902
Lyrics: John Newton, 1779
Meter: 7s Double (7,7,7,7,7,7,7,7)
Though the morn may seem serene,
Not a threat'ning cloud be seen,
Who can undertake to say
Twill be pleasant all the day?
Tempests suddenly may rise,
Light'nings flash and thunders roar,
Darkness overspread the skies,
Ere a short-lived day be o'er.
Dearest Savior, call us soon,
To Thine high eternal noon;
Never there shall tempest rise,
To conceal Thee from our eyes:
Satan shall no more deceive,
We no more Thy Spirit grieve;
But through cloudless, endless days,
Sound, to golden harps, Thy praise.