Time's Waters Will Not Ebb Nor Stay.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

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.