Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For

And Help Us, This And Every Day, To Live More Nearly As We Pray.

Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

When The Shore Is Won At Last, Who Will Count The Billow Past?

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.