Oh! still dawn, gently stealing over the hills
Far away in the distance;
A new day, chasing the darkness of the night;
An occasional cry of a lone sea bird
Breaks the quiet stillness of the early morn.
The voice asks, "Lovest thou me?"See John 21:12-17
Oh! what a great voice that questions me so.
Are you not hearing the voice too?
It asks again, "Lovest thou me?"
Lord, you know that I love you.
Give not way to fear, O man.
Look up to the "speaker's face"
And answer the question that is coming.
It is the spirit of God urging
"Lovest thou me? ... Feed my sheep."
Have you recognized the voice?
Like a flash! Peter, poor, remorseful Peter,
Remembering how he had cried when he denied,
Gazed at the speaker's face, thinking of what to say.
Oh! "Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee."
Still today,
With each breaking day,
What a great voice speaks to us.
In the stillness we hear,
"Feed my sheep."
