Melcome
| New every morning is the love | |
| Our awakening 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. | |
| The trivial round, the common task, | |
| Will furnish all we need to ask, | |
| Room to deny ourselves, a road | |
| To bring us daily nearer God. | |
| 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. | |
J. Keble (1792-1866) |