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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By John Keble (1792–1866)

From the ‘Episcopal Church Hymnal’

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.

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 every day,

To live more nearly as we pray.