I

The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine,

My God, ’tis Thine to lead, to follow mine;

No word deceitful shall I speak the while,

Nor shall I stain my hand with action vile.

II

Thine be the day with worthy labour filled,

Strong would I stand to do the duty willed;

Nor swayed by restless passion let me be,

That I may give the offering pure to Thee;

III

Else were I ’shamed when hoary age I see,

Shamed were this board that bears Thy gifts to me:

Mine is the impulse; O my Christ, I pray,

Be Thou Thyself to me the Blessed Way!