A MORNING HYMN.
O SWEET untroubled morning, bring
Untroubled peace upon thy wing,
And banish with the banished night
The fears that cloud thy clearest light.
Untroubled peace upon thy wing,
And banish with the banished night
The fears that cloud thy clearest light.
Not more serene, if not more drear,
Will be the morrow for our fear;
While Doubt, sad spendthrift! throws away
The golden coin of hope to-day.
Will be the morrow for our fear;
While Doubt, sad spendthrift! throws away
The golden coin of hope to-day.
Oh for the faith that goes to meet
The future with unshrinking feet,
Remembering that the sorest rod
Blooms with the patient love of God
The future with unshrinking feet,
Remembering that the sorest rod
Blooms with the patient love of God
Dear Lord, whose mercy veileth all
That may our coming days befall,
Still hide from us the things to be,
But rest our troubled hearts in Thee!
That may our coming days befall,
Still hide from us the things to be,
But rest our troubled hearts in Thee!
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