Sweetly the holy hymn

While flowers are wet with dews,
Dew of our souls, descend;
Ere yet the sun the day renews,
O Lord, Thy spirit send!

Upon the battle-field
Before the fight begins,
We seek, O Lord, Thy sheltering shield
To guard us from our sins.

Ere yet our vessel sails
Upon the stream of day,
We plead, O Lord, for heavenly gales
To speed us on our way.

On the lone mountain side
Before the morning's light,
The Man of sorrows wept and cried
And rose refreshed with might.