Give Us Grace To Listen

New Every Morning Is The Love Our Waking And Uprising Prove, Through Sleep And Darkness Safely Brought, Restored To Life And Power And Thought.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Love Masters Agony; The Soul That Seemed Forsaken Feels Her Present God Again And In Her Father's Arms Contented Dies Away.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.