1 New every morning is the love
our wakening and uprising prove;
through sleep and darkness safely brought,
restored to life and power and thought.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.
|First Line:||New every morning is the love|
|Title:||New Every Morning Is the Love|
|Author:||John Keble (1792-1866)|
|Scripture:||Psalm 92; 1 Peter 4:1-8|
|Composer:||Samuel Webbe the elder (1740-1816)|