| 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. | | 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 heaven 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. | |