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) |