When I arise each morning, Lord,
I cannot help but see
The great and wondrous blessings, Lord,
That You've prepared for me.
I open wide my window, Lord,
And feel soft breezes blow,
Look up into the clear blue sky,
And that is when I know.
Your love is reaching down to me,
The clouds of gray are gone;
Upon my windowsill there sits
A robin filled with song.
I see the sun rise in the east;
It speaks of hope and light,
Inside my weary heart it shines
And bids adieu to night.