Scripture Verse

His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22–23


Words: Hes­ter P. Haw­kins, 1885.

Music: Lux Eoi Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, Church Hymns with Tunes (Lon­don: So­ci­ety for Pro­mot­ing Chris­tian Know­ledge, 1874), num­ber 67 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

Arthur S. Sullivan (1842–1900)


Heav’nly Fa­ther, Thou hast brought us
Safely to the pre­sent day,
Gently lead­ing on our foot­steps,
Watching o’er us all the way.
Friend and guide through life’s long jour­ney,
Grateful hearts to Thee we bring;
But for love so true and change­less
How shall we fit prais­es sing?

Mercies new and ne­ver fail­ing
Brightly shine through all the past,
Watchful care and lov­ing-kind­ness
Always near from first to last,
Tender love, di­vine pro­tect­ion
Ever with us day and night;
Blessings more than we can num­ber
Strow the path with gold­en light.

Shadows deep have crossed our path­way;
We have trem­bled in the storm;
Clouds have ga­thered round so dark­ly
That we could not see Thy form;
Yet Thy love hath ne­ver left us
In our griefs alone to be,
And the help each gave the oth­er
Was the strength that came from Thee.

Many that we loved have left us,
Reaching first their jour­ney’s end;
Now they wait to give us wel­come,
Brother, sister, child and friend.
When at last our jour­ney’s ov­er,
And we pass away from sight,
Father, take us through the dark­ness
Into ev­er­last­ing light.