When my Lord makes the morning,
~~When He spreads awakening around the earth,
When His light traces valleys with flowers like lady’s lace,
~~And His rays bring forth buds of baby’s breath,
Then He opens my eyes to see;
~~He lifts my sight to know the world is new and ready.
When my Lord retakes the night,
~~When He bears the heavens back from kingdoms of princely dreams,
When He turns the sky of sparkling wishes into daylight seas of starry fish,
~~And He restores buried dreamland treasures to golden fields, to monarchs of the butterflies,
Then He raises my head to praise;
~~He places in my hands His will, His work, His ways.