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

2 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.

3 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.

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

5 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.

6 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.