Every morn­ing mer­cies new
Fall as fresh as morn­ing dew;
Every morn­ing let us pay
Tribute with the ear­ly day:
For Thy mer­cies, Lord, are sure;
Thy com­pas­sion doth en­dure.

Still the great­ness of Thy love
Daily doth our sins re­move;
Daily, far as east from west,
Lifts the bur­den from the breast;
Gives un­bought to those who pray
Strength to stand in ev­il day.

Let our pray­ers each morn pre­vail,
That these gifts may ne­ver fail;
And, as we con­fess the sin
And the tempt­er’s pow­er with­in,
Every morn­ing, for the strife,
Feed us with the Bread of Life.

As the morn­ing light re­turns,
As the sun with splen­dor burns,
Teach us still to turn to Thee,
Ever bless­èd Tri­ni­ty,
With our hands our hearts to raise,
In un­fail­ing pray­er and praise.