8,8,8,8,8,8 I sought the Lord at early morn, When earth awoke to see the light; And to my soul a light was borne That quelled the darkness of my night; He heard my prayer at early morn, And light into my heart was borne. I sought the Lord when noontide shone, And head and hand earth's duties shared; "I am Thy servant, Lord, alone," I said, and told Him how I fared; He heard my prayer as I drew near, And kept me at my task, sincere. I sought the Lord when evening fell, And night came gliding on apace; For I had sins my Lord to tell, And He is full of pardoning grace; He heard my prayer, and bade me rest, And in His love my soul was blest. At morn, at noon, at night, I'll pray, And Thou, O Lord, my prayer wilt hear; For Thou art near my path alway, To aid, to comfort, or to cheer; No hour too early, none too late, To knock imploring at Thy gate. O Jesus Christ, to Thee be praise! 'Tis Thou hast taught my soul to pray, For Thou didst speak with God always, At morn, at noon, at close of day; And Thou hast said He hears the prayer The longing soul breathes everywhere. |