New every morning is the love

New ev'ry morning is the love
our wak'ning and uprising prove;
through sleep and darkness safely brought,
restored to life and pow'r and thought.

New mercies, each returning day,
hover around us while we pray;
new perils past, new sins forgiv'n,
new thoughts of God, new hopes of heav'n.

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.

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
as more of heav'n in each we see;
some softening gleam of love and prayer
shall dawn on ev'ry cross and care.

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 ev'ry day,
to live more nearly as we pray.