1 To prayer, to prayer!—for the morning breaks,
And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes;
His light is on all below and above,
The light of gladness, and life, and love:
O, then, on the breath of this early air,
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.
2 To prayer!—for the day that God has blest
Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest;
It speaks of creation’s early bloom,—
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb: