O Fa­ther, hear my morn­ing pray­er,
Thine aid im­part to me,
That I may make my life to­day
Acceptable to Thee.

May this de­sire my spi­rit rule,
And, as the mo­ments fly,
Something of good be born in me,
Something of ev­il die.

Some grace that seeks my heart to win,
With shin­ing vic­to­ry meet;
Some sin that strives for mas­te­ry
Find ov­er­throw com­plete.

That so through­out the com­ing day
The hours shall car­ry me
A lit­tle farth­er from the world,
A lit­tle near­er Thee.