The Morning Walks upon the Earth

The morn­ing walks up­on the earth

And man awakes to toil and mirth;

All liv­ing things and lands are gay—

Dear God

walk with me through the day.

Sweet is the breath­ing of the world

As in Thy love it lies un­furled;

And blue and clear th’im­mor­tal sky;

’Tis Thine

and Thine its pur­ity.

Now noon sits throned

her gold­en urn

Pours forth the sun­shine! Laugh and burn

Corn-land and mea­dow

lake and sea!

Lord of my life

pour love on me.

Slow comes the ev­en­ing o’er the hill

The la­bor of the world is still;

Homeward I go

and muse of Thee—

Father of home

ab­ide with me.

Now crops the dark

but worlds of light

Hidden by day

ful­fill the night!

Infinite still­ness

si­lent sea

Of truth and pow­er flow ov­er me.