Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear,

Blest Are The Pure In Heart, For They Shall See Our God. The Secret Of The Lord Is Theirs; Their Soul Is Christ's Abode.

New Every Morning Is The Love Our Waking And Uprising Prove, Through Sleep And Darkness Safely Brought, Restored To Life And Power And Thought.

God Hath Sworn To Lift On High Who Sinks Himself By True Humility.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden, That Earliest Wedding Day.