Another day, a day of grace
Is given us from on high;
The sun rejoicing runs his race
Of glory round the sky.
We love to hail him on the way,
With healing in his wings,
For every time he brings a day,
A day of grace he brings;--
Of grace to weary ones, who sleep
As homeless Jacob slept;
Of grace to penitents, who weep
As fallen Peter wept;--
Grace, such as humble Mary moved
To choose the better part,
Saul's slaughter-breathing zeal reproved,
And open'd Lydia's heart.
Such grace be ours, howe'er the past
Have well or ill been spent;
To-day,--since this may be our last,--
To-day let us repent.
Now young and old, now great and small,
Seek we our Saviour's face,
That we henceforth this day may call
A day indeed of grace.
Sacred Poems and Hymns