THE MORNING WALK.
The sun is up, the air is clear,
The flowers are blooming all around,
The dew-drops glitter on the grass,
And pretty daisies deck the ground.
How sweet it is to go abroad,
And breathe this lovely morning air,
So fragrant with perfume of flowers,
While everything seems fresh and fair.
The busy insects flitting round,
The warbling birds on every tree,
Each blade of grass, each opening flower,
All seem to speak, great God, of thee.
Dear Father, thou hast kindly kept
Thy child from danger all the night,
And now, my heart is filled with joy,
As I behold the morning light.
And I would speak of all thy love;
Oh, fill my heart with grateful praise,
And may I for these bounteous gifts,
Both love and serve thee all my days.