"Morning Song"

Give me a song, dear God, in the morning,
Give me a song at the break of the day,
Give me a song lest the hours grow weary,
Give me the lift of a song on the way.

Days are so long and burdens so heavy,
Tired are the faces I see passing by;
They seem so hungry, dear God and so helpless,
O how they need some song from on high!

So, if I covet one gift in the morning,
It is the shine of the heavens in my face,
Banishing gloom for the worn and the weary,
Telling the story of infinite grace.
By Bishop R.S. Cushman