A moment in the morning, ere the cares of day begin,
Ere the heart's door is open for the world to enter in;
Ah, then alone with Jesus, in the silence of the morn,
In heavenly, sweet communion, let your duty-day be born.
In quietude that blesses, with a prelude of repose,
Let your soul be soothed and freshened as the dew revives the rose.

A moment in the morning, take your Bible in your hand,
Catch a glimpse of the glory from the peaceful promised land;
'Twill linger still within you when you seek the busy mart,
And, like flowers of hope, 'twill blossom into beauty in your heart;
The precious words, like jewels, will glisten through the day
With rare, effulgent glory that will brighten all the way.

So, in the blush of morning take the proffered hand of love,
To lead in heaven's pathway and the peacefulness thereof.