[Written for the Sentinel]

The Day's Work

Gently the day breaks, and all earth is waking;Sunbeams are drinking the dew from the lea;Morning is here, and from out vibrant stillness,Love's work is calling—is beckoning me.

Time was when weary I wakened each morning,Dreading each task so unwelcome to thought;Now I rejoice that His work is before me—God's day, God's work, and God's glory I'm taught.

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