In the dark and weary hours,
When all my strength is gone,
I’ve lost all hope and power,
To You, my soul is drawn.
You listen in the dark of night,
You hear my feeble prayers,
You whisper, “It will be alright,”
And wipe away my tears.
I’ll raise my voice to You in song,
And praise Your holy name;
You gently guide me through the dawn,
Your goodness I proclaim.
I need not fear the deepest night,
Nor dread its dark embrace,
For morning rays will soon ignite,
The world with light and grace.
Morning comes with mercies new,
The breeze alive with song,
The glistening of the morning dew,
Creation sings along.
Morning brings a fresh beginning,
The earth is born anew;
Night retreats, and light is winning,
The shadows fade from view.
The skies declare Your glory,
The earth, Your handiwork;
All creation tells Your story,
The rocks will cry Your worth.
When I’m afraid of my tomorrow,
Each day, new hope begins;
When I’m lost in darkest sorrow,
The Son will rise again.
Weeping may last through the night,
The tears may fall like rain,
But safely in the morning light,
Joy will come again.
Morning comes with mercies new,
All praise to God on high;
The world in lovely golden hue—
The Sun shines in the sky.