I wake in the morning by my eyes and my ears.

I wake in the morning to remember my fears.

Sleep was my refuge for my weakness of flesh.

And as wake comes upon me I remember He’s best.

I woke one spring morning to my last breath of death.

By the evening He’d awakened, a new heart in my chest.

In body I sleep, but my soul needs no rest.

He’s bought me with blood; Righteous and best.

He is all!  He is all!  He is all my soul will need!

The Holiness of God now covers me!

Oh Jesus, my Lord, my Savior and Friend,

You’ll cover me wholly till my flesh finds it’s end.

By His Grace.