Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity. The Rule of MORNING. His compassions fail not; they are new every morning. Lament. iii. 22, 23. HUES of the rich unfolding morn, Around his path are taught to swell ; Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay, Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, Their tribute to the genial heaven ;— B Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Which evermore makes all things new! 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, a Revelations xxi. 5. |