Morning



SABBATH MORNING HYMN.


IN every thing my eyes behold,

I view, with awe, my Maker's hand;

Creation's works his might unfold,

In every form, in every land.

Thy boundless power, O let me know,

That I may feel how weak my frame;

Thy love and mercy to me show,

That I may here adore thy name.

To be acquitted at thy throne,

Is all I ask or would desire,

The thought that I may be thine own,

Lights up my soul with hallowed fire.

Now, Lord, forgive me for the past;

This morn my covenant renew,

And give me strength while life shall last,

To still the narrow way pursue.

That when I reach that blissful shore,

Where sorrows cease, and Satan's wiles,

I may recount thy mercies o'er,

And bask forever in thy smiles.



A. R. SMITH.