Poem March 21, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

MORNING HYMN

MARY A. AYERS.

Lord of my day, I come to Thee
Led by that sweet humility
Whose way is peace.
And kneeling in that temple fair
Of pure desire, I raise this prayer,
"May my will cease."

Close in Thy love enfolded now,
Who else can know, so well as Thou,
The manna my heart craves?
Oh, may the vision of the height
Become the trust that is our light
When o'er us break the waves!

Thus unto Thee our eyes we turn,
And in the glory of Thy ways
So thankfully we've trod,
Knowing that Thou canst lead us best.
Be all our joy, our strength, our rest,
Thou tender Mother God!

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