The morning walks upon the earth, And man awakes to toil and mirth; All living things and lands are gay? Dear God, walk with me through the day. Sweet is the breathing of the world, As in Thy love it lies unfurled; And blue and clear th'immortal sky; 'Tis Thine, and Thine its purity. Now noon sits throned, her golden urn Pours forth the sunshine! Laugh and burn Corn-land and meadow, lake and sea! Lord of my life, pour love on me. Slow comes the evening o'er the hill, The labor of the world is still; Homeward I go, and muse of Thee? Father of home, abide with me.
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