Every Day

In the early morning hours

  'Twixt the night and day,

While from earth the darkness passes

  Silently away;

Then it's sweet to talk with Jesus

  In your bedroom still

For the coming day and duties

  Ask to know His will.

Then He'll lead the way before you,

  Laying mountains low;

Making deserts places blossom,

  Sweet'ning sorrow's flow.

Do you want a life of triumph,

  Victory all the way?

Then put God in the beginning

  Of each coming day.

                                           

                                             George MacDonald