In the quiet of the morning’s grace,
I hear His whisper, soft and sweet,
A guiding star in endless space,
His love, my soul’s eternal seat.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His presence shines, a beacon bright,
In darkest hours, He’s always nigh,
The Savior’s light, my heart’s delight.

When burdens heavy bend my knees,
His gentle hands uplift my frame,
In every storm, He brings me peace,
His mercy, endless, without blame.

Upon the cross, He bore the pain,
For every sin, for every tear,
His sacrifice, my endless gain,
In Jesus’ name, I hold no fear.