1. Ev- 'ry morn- ing mer- cies new Fall as fresh as morn- ing dew; Ev- 'ry morn- ing let us pay Tri- bute with the ear- ly day: For Thy mer- cies, Lord, are sure; Thy com- pas- sion doth en- dure.

2. Still the great- ness of Thy love Dai- ly doth our sins re- move; Dai- ly, far as east from west, Lifts the bur- den from the breast; Gives un- bought to those who pray Strength to stand in e- vil day.

3. Let our prayers each morn pre- vail, That these gifts may nev- er fail; And, as we con- fess the sin And the temp- ter's pow'r with- in, Feed us with the Bread of Life, Fit us for our dai- ly strife.

4. As the morn- ing light re- turns, As the sun with splen- dor burns, Teach us still to turn to Thee, Ev- er bless- ed Tri- ni- ty, With our hands our hearts to raise, In un- fail- ing prayer and praise.