Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?
When, into sleep, we drift and yawn,
So thoughtless of His hand...
We never think: "Someday it may
Forever cease to shine!"
We never thank – with thanks, befit –
For Morning Mercies' rise.
Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?
But to awaken life at dawn
As He, in Goodness, planned...
We never, then, have an excuse
To fall into a dream
We never, then, can e’re accuse;
His Glory’s, daily, seen.
.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?
When, into sleep, we drift and yawn,
So thoughtless of His hand...
We never think: "Someday it may
Forever cease to shine!"
We never thank – with thanks, befit –
For Morning Mercies' rise.
Why should the Light return upon
Our cold and darkened land?
But to awaken life at dawn
As He, in Goodness, planned...
We never, then, have an excuse
To fall into a dream
We never, then, can e’re accuse;
His Glory’s, daily, seen.
.
