Come Thou at dawn! With the first streaks of light That creep unbidden to our waking sense, We rise to greet thee with a joy intense— Thou art our might! Come Thou at noon! If on life's battlefield We fail to see Thee in the smoke and stress, Checking the ardor of our worldliness— Thou art our shield! Come Thou at eve! When, as the sun declines, In deep'ning twilight shade we lose the day, We know 'tis we ourselves have turned away— The light still shines! Come Thou at night! Should sickness seem to hide For one brief hour Thy never-failing grace, Or sin disguise the brightness of Thy face, Thou still dost bide!
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