At Thy Feet, O Christ

At Thy feet

O Christ

we lay

Thine own gift of this new day;

Doubt of what it holds in store

Makes us crave Thine aid the more;

Lest it prove a time of loss

Mark

it Sav­ior

with Thy cross.

If it flow on calm and bright

Be Thy­self our chief de­light;

If it bring un­known dis­tress

Good is all that Thou canst bless;

Only

while its hours be­gin

Pray we

keep them clear of sin.

We in part our weak­ness know

And in part dis­cern our foe;

Well for us

be­fore Thine eyes

All our dan­ger op­en lies;

Turn not from us

while we plead

Thy com­pas­sions and our need.

Fain would we Thy Word em­brace

Live each mo­ment on Thy grace

All our selves to Thee con­sign

Fold up all our wills in Thine

Think

and speak

and do

and be

Simply that which pleas­es Thee.

Hear us

Lord

and that right soon;

Hear

and grant the choic­est boon

That Thy love can e’er im­part

Loyal sin­gle­ness of heart;

So shall this and all our days

Christ and God

show forth Thy praise.