Poem January 19, 1946 Issue

Morning Hymn

FRED C. STEDHAM

With my morning thought awaking.
Let me come in prayer to Thee,
Asking that the day unfolding
May reflect Thy grace in me;
Let each hour to fullest purpose
Spent in earnest to fulfill,
Be the light of my endeavor
Consecrated to Thy will.

Should I stumble on the journey,
Should a passing cloud obscure
All the sunshine of Thy presence,
And a sadness still endure,
Let not condemnation darken
Thought that should in Thee confide,
But Thy promised benediction
Be the light at eventide.

While I strive to know the kingdom
Of our God is here at hand,
Every day a day of progress
On toward the promised land—
On beyond all thought retarding.
On with healing truths to know.
Safe beneath Thy sheltering feathers.
In Thy love, dear God, I go!