When in the morn I think of you
And wonder how you fare,
If to our God your ever true
Of course you know I care.

God keeps his own so he keeps you
His eyelids never close, (Ps. 121:3,4)
He guides and guards whatever you do
Your will he always knows.

And he will gather to his fold
The ones that he can trust,
His coming we will soon behold
Be careful, that we must.