Peonies on Chair and In Basket with When the early morning breaking and Dear Saviour, we are Thine

When the early morning breaking,
Slumber from my eyelids shaking,
Comes the blessed tho’t with waking,
I am in His keeping.
Day advances, labor bringing,
Care, her mantle ‘round me flinging,
Yet midst all my soul keeps singing,
I am in His care.

Sometimes dark clouds hang o’er me,
Not one step I see before me,
Still, my Savior, I adore Thee,
I am in His keeping.
I can trust His hand to guide me,
‘Neath His wings He’ll safely hide me,
And no harm can e’er betide me,
I am in His care.

Gentle eventide is nearing,
Light from Heaven disappearing,
Still the blessed tho’t so cheering,
I am in His keeping.
Now night’s curtains gather ‘round me,
Yet its dangers have not found me,
For His angel guards surround me,
I am in His care.

Chorus
I am in my Father’s keeping,
I am in His tender care;
Whether waking, whether sleeping,
I am in His care.

C. H. Morris

Dear Saviour, we are Thine,
By everlasting bands;
Our names, our hearts, we would resign,
And souls, into Thy hands.

To Thee we still would cleave,
With ever growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
O let them ne’er prevail.

Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to Thee our Head;
Shall form us to Thy image bright,
That we Thy paths may tread.

Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near Thy side,
Through all the gloomy way.

Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear?
Since He in heaven has fixed His throne,
He’ll fix His members there.

Rev. Philip Doddridge