When morning comes, remain I pray,
throughout the bustle of the day,
to be the beacon of my life,
dear Jesus help me.
And if in life's bewilderment,
my harried mind should cease to think,
of You, dear Lord, stay at my side,
sweet Jesus guard me.

In Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall,
upon Your loving care I call,
I know that I am not alone,
dear Jesus help me.
And as the seasons come and go,
the years go by, yet still I know,
all time is but a gift from You,
sweet Jesus guard me.

And whether night or whether day,
I know that You will mark the way,
that I must travel through this life,
dear Jesus, help me.
So that to You I come at last,
at journey's end, my travails past,
to stand with You in perfect peace,
sweet Jesus, my Lord.