Each morning, as the drowsy shades of sleep
Fade from my eyes, Thy thoughts attend my rising:
Joy fills me that another day shall keep
Thy tryst of radiant hours. Thy truth advising
Each smallest step, remolding human plans
To the fair outlines of celestial will.
Thy thoughts display the splendor that is man's,
Sale on the green slopes of the holy hill.
Thy thoughts encompass me; I cannot fly
The wide-flung mercy of Thy ageless love.
No deepest need Thy wisdom can defy:
Each lightest task Thy tenderness shall prove.
Whether I walk the daily well-trod ways
Or scale strange mountains, sail a chartless sea.
Nor height nor depth can still my prayer of praise—
"Thy thoughts express Thy glory. Lord, in me."
