New Every Morning Is The Love

 "His compassions fail not.  They are new every morning."
(Lamentations 3:22-23)

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New every morning is the love

Our wakening 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.

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.

We need not bid, for cloistered cell,

Our neighbor and our words farewell,

Nor strive to find ourselves  too high

For sinful man beneath the sky.

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.

Seek we no more; content with these,

Let present rapture, comfort, ease-

As heaven shall bid them, come and go:

The secret this of rest below.

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.

"New Every Morning Is The Love"
(1827)
John Keble
(1792-1866)
English poet and hymn writer.
Adapted from his poem,
"Hues of the Rich, Unfolding Morn"