[Written for the Sentinel.]


With Thee, O God!
How beauteous is the morn!
What glory hath the dawn,
Thy presence near!
Wakened by Thy dear voice,
How doth my heart rejoice
When nature's morning song
Bursts on my ear.

My hand in Thine—
Thro' all the long glad day
I tread the narrow way
In blessed calm.
Leaning upon Thy breast,
What can disturb my rest?
Held by Thy mighty power,
What foes alarm?

With Thee, O God!
My yearning heart is still,
Tho' over vale and hill
The light lies low.
No night can hide from Thee,
Thou still my guide wilt be,
Till in Love's morning hour
I wake, and know.

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