Poems (Kimball)/A Morning Hymn
A MORNING HYMN.
O SWEET untroubled morning, bring Untroubled peace upon thy wing, And banish with the banished night The fears that cloud thy clearest light.
Not more serene, if not more drear, Will be the morrow for our fear; While Doubt, sad spendthrift! throws away The golden coin of hope to-day.
Oh for the faith that goes to meet The future with unshrinking feet, Remembering that the sorest rod Blooms with the patient love of God
Dear Lord, whose mercy veileth all That may our coming days befall, Still hide from us the things to be, But rest our troubled hearts in Thee!