550 When, streaming from the eastern skies,

1 When, streaming from the eastern skies, The morning light salutes mine eyes, O Sun of righteousness divine, On me with beams of mercy shine; Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, And turn my darkness into day. 2 As every day Thy mercy spares, Will bring its trials and its cares, O Savior, till my life shall end, Be Thou my counselor and friend! Teach me Thy precepts all divine, And be Thy great example mine. 3 When each day's scenes and labors close, And wearied nature seeks repose, With pardoning mercy richly blest, Guard me, my Savior, while I rest; And as each morning sun shall rise, O lead me onward to the skies! 4 And at my life's last setting sun, My conflicts o'er, my labors done, Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed, To cheer and bless my dying bed; Then from death's gloom my spirit raise, To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.