Fresh as the dew of the morning (Hymn 708)

Verse 1: Fresh as the dew of the morning, Bringing a sweet rest unheard, Christ, in the gentle anointing, Whispers His comforting word: Stand till the trial is over, Stand till the tempest is gone, Stand for the glory of Jesus, Stand till the kingdom is won. Verse 2: If in the test of my trouble, Faint be my spirit and heart, Faith, with the star of hope glimm'ring, Shall all be taken apart, May then Thy faith with Thy life-pow'r Over me hold its full sway That all Thy riches of glory Now I may share and for aye. Verse 3: Lord, as the morning sun dawning, Chase all my darkness away, And with Thy kind wings of healing Turn all my night into day. Come Thou, O come, Lord of comfort, Come to my sad, weary heart, Come, O Thou blest hope of glory, Never, O never depart.