A Morning Blessing

May God, who gave you to me for a friendReveal Himself to youMore fully, and all earth-torn fissures mendBetter than we could do;While on His Word alone shall each depend,And every dawn anewOn swift white wings of prayer a blessing send,Purer than dew;That in His love our lives unseen may blendAnd, daily, closer, through His life ascend,As Truth's bright rays our outward days defendFrom aught that love could rue;So that the joy enfolding us may lendJoy to the whole world too,Till, ripened in the Love which knows no endAll ages through,We dwell in that high secret place, my friend,Love always knew!

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