,
And that, beyond my need, is meat

For friend unfed:
I thank Thee much for bread to live,
I thank Thee more for bread to give.

2 I thank Thee, Lord, for snug-thatched roof

In cold and storm,
And that beyond my need is room

For friend forlorn:
I thank Thee much for place to rest,
But more for shelter for my guest.

3 I thank Thee, Lord, for lavish love

On me bestowed,
Enough to share with loveless folk

To ease their load:
Thy love to me I ill could spare,
Yet dearer is Thy love I share.

Robert Davis, 1906

The trust assured and still,
Thou who our Strength forever art, -

We come to do Thy will.

2 Upon that painful road

By saints serenely trod, Whereon their hallowing influence flowed,

Would we go forth, O God,

3 'Gainst doubt and shame and fear

In human hearts to strive,
That all may learn to love and bear,

To conquer self and live;

4 To draw Thy blessing down,

And bring the wronged redress,
And give this glorious world its crown
The spirit's godlikeness.

Samuel Johnson, 1848

Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past;

Live this day as if 'twere thy last;
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

3 In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

4 By influence of the light divine

Let thy own light in good works shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious ways
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

5 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

Thomas Ken, 1695, 1709

And hast refreshed me whilst I slept; Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake I may of endless light partake.

2 Heaven is, dear Lord, where'er Thou art;

O never then from me depart!
For to my soul 'tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.

3 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

4 Direct, control, suggest, this day

All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Ilim, all creatures here below,
Praise Ilim above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Thomas Ken, 1695, 1709