Scripture Verse

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


Samuel S. Wesley (1810–1876)

Words: Hor­ace Smith (1836–1922).

Music: Morn­ing (Wes­ley) Sam­uel S. Wes­ley (1810–1876) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know when the words or mu­sic were writ­ten, or where to get a good pic­ture of Smith (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Sweet is the breath of morning air;
Sweet is the dawn, when skies are fair;
Sweeter by far than aught beside
In God’s own favor to abide.

Blest be the gracious power above
For all our rest, and all His love;
For health preserved, for strength retained,
For faith renewed, and hope regained.

Wake, and the song of joy up-raise;
Wake, and resound Je­ho­vah’s praise;
Praise ye the God of death and night;
Praise ye the Lord of life and light!

O, let Thy watchful care, dear Lord,
Direct each deed, and mold each word;
Check every thought that turns as­tray;
And guide and guard us through the day.