Morning Invocation

AT morn I ask Thee, lend Thy shelt’ring aid!

My hopes and fears before Thy Throne are laid.

Like one abashed I stand, prostrate before Thy might,

My new-awakened heart hides nothing from Thy sight!

My heart, my tongue, too, fails

To utter what avails!

My skill, my strength, are naught!

But Thou, of grace, dost take

The prayers which mortals make,

The prayers Thy love has taught.

So shall my voice ascend,

Until my life shall end;

The while, within my body’s shrine,

Dwelleth my soul, Thy gift divine!