O LORD of life, thy quickening voice Awakes my morning song! In gladsome words I would rejoice That I to thee belong. I see thy light, I feel thy wind; The world, it is thy word; Whatever wakes my heart and mind, Thy presence is, my Lord. The living soul which I call me Doth love, and long to know; It is a thought of living thee, Nor forth of thee can go. Therefore I choose my highest part, And turn my face to thee; Therefore I stir my inmost heart To worship fervently. Lord, let me live and will this day— Keep rising from the dead; Lord, make my spirit good and gay— Give me my daily bread. Within my heart, speak, Lord, speak on, My heart alive to keep, Till comes the night, and, labour done, In thee I fall asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HYPOCRISY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND |