Without spot and blameless

I�ll rise at early morning hour,
With first effulgent rays,
While nature�s songsters in the bow�r,
Send up their Maker�s praise;
I�ll bow before my God so dear,
And tarry till my heart shall hear
The Spirit�s witness sweet and clear:
�Without spot and blameless.�
While proud in heart, at bright midday,
Can find no time for prayer,
My thoughts shall soar from earth away,
To heaven, bright and fair:
Around the fam�ly altar knelt,
My heart with gratitude will melt,
Till blest assurance shall be felt,
�Without spot and blameless.�
And when the pleasant evening air
Is dusky with the night,
My soul shall turn to God in prayer,
In heaven�s golden light;
I�ll linger at the great white throne,
Until the thoughts of God are known,
And He shall claim me for His own,
�Without spot and blameless.�
With God�s approval on my soul
My body sinks to rest,
No doubts nor waves of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast;
And through the night that hand so mild
Protects from storms and billows wild
His helpless, trusting, loving child,
�Without spot and blameless.�