"The trivial round, the common task..."

John Keble, 1822:

New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought,       Restored to life, and power, and thought.	We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our words farewell, Nor strive to find ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky:
New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.	The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves — a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.	Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To. live more nearly as we pray.
Old friends, old scenes will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see: Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.

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