Scripture Verse

Where morning dawns and evening fades You call forth songs of joy. Psalm 65:8


Stopford A. Brooke (1832–1916)

Words: Stop­ford A. Brooke (1832–1916).

Music: Mel­combe Sam­uel Webbe, Sr., 1782 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740–1816)


The morn­ing walks up­on the earth,
And man awakes to toil and mirth;
All liv­ing things and lands are gay—
Dear God, walk with me through the day.

Sweet is the breath­ing of the world,
As in Thy love it lies un­furled;
And blue and clear th’im­mor­tal sky;
’Tis Thine, and Thine its pu­ri­ty.

Now noon sits throned, her gold­en urn
Pours forth the sun­shine! Laugh and burn
Corn-land and mea­dow, lake and sea!
Lord of my life, pour love on me.

Slow comes the ev­en­ing o’er the hill,
The la­bor of the world is still;
Homeward I go, and muse of Thee—
Father of home, abide with me.

Now crops the dark, but worlds of light,
Hidden by day, ful­fill the night!
Infinite still­ness, si­lent sea
Of truth and pow­er flow ov­er me.