May the coming of the dawn,
With its tender shafts of rose,
Be the symbol to my thought
Of that Light divine that glows
With a gentle, healing touch,
Scattering dark and troubled thought
With the hope, and cheer, and grace
That are ever with it fraught.
May the sunlight's shimmering gold,
Causing earth to bud and flower,
Make me think of God's dear love,
With its wondrous joy and power.
May the twilight's cool, gray hush
Bring to me the peace of God—
That deep peace our Master knew,
When on earth Love's way he trod.
And when nighttime brings its stars
And the earth fades from our view,
May I glimpse that fairer world
Where Love maketh all things new.
