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Day and Night, .265
O Christ! with each returning morn Thine image to our hearts is borne : O, may we ever clearly see Our Saviour and our God in Thee !
John Chandler. 1837. From St. Ambrose.
CCLII.
Morning.
Lord God of morning and of night, We thank Thee for Thy gift of light: As in the dawn the shadows fly, We seem to find Thee now more nigh.
Fresh hopes have waken'd in our hearts, Fresh energy to do our parts ; Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore, A thousand fold to serve Thee more.
Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do ; The sun may stand in zenith skies, But on the soul thick midnight lies.
O Lord of lights ! 'tis Thou alone Canst make our darken'd hearts Thine own : Though this new day with joy we see, O Dawn of God ! we cry for Thee !
Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ! Praise Him through time, till time shall end ! Till psalm and song His Name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore ! Francis Turner Palgrave. 1862, |
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