New Every Morning Is the Love

New ev­ery morn­ing is the love

Our wak­en­ing and up­ris­ing prove;

Through sleep and dark­ness safe­ly brought

Restored to life and pow­er and thought.

New mer­cies

each re­turn­ing day

Hover around us while we pray;

New per­ils past

new sins for­giv­en

New thoughts of God

new hopes of Heav­en.

If

on our dai­ly course

our mind

Be set to hal­low all we find

New trea­sures still

of count­less price

God will pro­vide for sac­ri­fice.

Old friends

old scenes

will love­li­er be

As more of Heav­en in each we see;

Some soft­en­ing gleam of love and pray­er

Shall dawn on ev­ery cross and care.

We need not bid

for clois­tered cell

Our neigh­bor and our words fare­well

Nor strive to find our­selves too high

For sin­ful man be­neath the sky.

The tri­vi­al round

the com­mon task

Will fur­nish all we ought to ask;

Room to de­ny our­selves

a road

To bring us dai­ly near­er God.

Seek we no more; con­tent with these

Let pre­sent rap­ture

com­fort

ease—

As Heav’n shall bid them

come and go:

The sec­ret this of rest be­low.

Only

O Lord

in Thy dear love

Fit us for per­fect rest ab­ove

And help us

this and ev­ery day

To live more near­ly as we pray.