by John Keble (1792 - 1866)
Morning
Language: English
Hues of the rich unfolding morn, That, ere the glorious sun be born, By some soft touch invisible Around his path are taught to swell; -- Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay, That dancest forth at opening day, And brushing by with joyous wing, Wakenest each little leaf to sing; -- Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, By which deep grove and tangled stream Pay, for soft rains in season given, Their tribute to the genial heaven; -- Why waste your treasures of delight Upon our thankless, joyless sight; Who day by day to sin awake, Seldom of heaven and you partake? Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising morn arise! Eyes that the beam celestial view, Which evermore makes all things new! New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see: Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. As for some dear familiar strain Untir'd we ask, and ask again, Ever, in its melodious store, Finding a spell unheard before; Such is the bliss of souls serene, When they have sworn, and stedfast mean, Counting the cost, in all to' espy Their God, in all themselves deny. O could we learn that sacrifice, What lights would all around us rise! How would our hearts with wisdom talk Along Life's dullest dreariest walk! We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky: The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God. Seek we no more; content with these, Let present Rapture, Comfort, Ease, As Heaven shall bid them, come and go: -- The secret this of Rest below. Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Fit us for perfect Rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.
G. Dyson sets stanzas 5-7 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information
G. Dyson sets stanzas 8-9, 14, 16 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information
Authorship:
- by John Keble (1792 - 1866), "Morning", appears in The Christian Year, first published 1827 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
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The text above (or a part of it) is used in the following settings:
- by George Dyson (1883 - 1964), "O timely happy, timely wise", 1945-9, from Quo Vadis: a Cycle of Poems, no. 5
Researcher for this page: Harry Joelson
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-11
Line count: 64
Word count: 404