When over the hilltop the morning appears,
And chases the night with its dreams and its fears,
My heart leaps with joy and I offer my praise
To Him who doth brighten my days.
As noon pours its sunshine in radiant streams,
And nature responds to the life‑giving beams,
With joy I inhale the sweet breath of His love—
The fragrance Divine from above.
When softly around us the night shadows throng,
And hushed are earth's voices, the shout and the song,
With faith, which no darkness can weaken or dim,
I yield myself wholly to Him.
Poems of the Way