Joyfully doth hear again Swell to Thee the exulting strain, MRS. HEMANS. DAILY BREAD. DAY by day the manna fell; "Day by day" the promise reads; Lord, our times are in Thy hand: All our sanguine hopes have planned To Thy wisdom we resign, And would mould our wills to Thine. Thou our daily task shalt give; Not our own, our Father's will. NOTHING FAIR ON EARTH I SEE. NOTHING fair on earth I see But I straightway think on Thee; Source in whom all beauty lies! When I see the reddening dawn Oft I think upon Thy light When the gray morn breaks the night; When I see the moon arise 'Mid Heaven's thousand golden eyes, Then I think, more glorious far Or I think in spring's sweet hours, When the fields are gay with flowers, As their varied hues I see, What must their Creator be! NOTHING FAIR ON EARTH I SEE. When along the brook I wander, Or beside the fountain ponder, Straight my thoughts take wing and mount Sweetly sings the nightingale; Sweet the flute's soft plaintive tale; Sweeter than their richest tone Is the name of Mary's Son. Sweetly all the air is stirred Come, then, fairest Lord, appear, Take away these veils that blind, ANGELUS. 181 |