Now with cre­ation’s morn­ing song
Let us, as child­ren of the day,
With wak­ened heart and pur­pose strong,
The works of dark­ness cast away.

O may the morn so pure, so clear,
Its own sweet calm in us in­still!
A guilel­ess mind, a heart sin­cere,
Simplicity of word and will.

And ever, as the day glides by,
May we the bu­sy sens­es rein;
Keep guard up­on the hand and eye,
Nor let the con­science suf­fer stain.

Grant us, O God, in love to Thee,
Clear eyes to mea­sure things be­low;
Faith, the in­vi­si­ble to see;
And wis­dom, Thee in all to know.