Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days.

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.

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.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

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.