Wide the gates of morn­ing op­en,
Spreading far o’er land and sea,
Softly, gent­ly pass­ing thro’ them
Comes the morn­ing light to me.

Refrain

O bless­èd morn­ing light;
The Sav­ior is that light;
He says it to­day as He said it of old,
I am the light of the world.

Blessèd are the beams of glo­ry,
Streaming thro’ the gates ajar,
Where the love of ag­es dwell­ing,
Shines up­on us from afar.

Refrain

So we wan­der, lone and help­less,
Hoping for a bet­ter day;
But we feel that God is near us,
When we see the heav’n­ly ray.

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