Scripture Verse

The Lord’s mercies…are new every morning. Lamentations 3:22–23


Edward J. Hopkins (1818–1901)

Words: Gre­ville Phil­li­more, The Par­ish Hymn Book 1863.

Music: Ev­ery Morn­ing Ed­ward J. Hop­kins, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Phil­li­more (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Every morn­ing mer­cies new
Fall as fresh as morn­ing dew;
Every morn­ing let us pay
Tribute with the ear­ly day:
For Thy mer­cies, Lord, are sure;
Thy com­pas­sion doth en­dure.

Still the great­ness of Thy love
Daily doth our sins re­move;
Daily, far as east from west,
Lifts the bur­den from the breast;
Gives un­bought to those who pray
Strength to stand in ev­il day.

Let our pray­ers each morn pre­vail,
That these gifts may ne­ver fail;
And, as we con­fess the sin
And the tempt­er’s pow­er with­in,
Every morn­ing, for the strife,
Feed us with the Bread of Life.

As the morn­ing light re­turns,
As the sun with splen­dor burns,
Teach us still to turn to Thee,
Ever bless­èd Tri­ni­ty,
With our hands our hearts to raise,
In un­fail­ing pray­er and praise.