Religion

In the Morning, Jesus

by Benjamin Copeland 1855–1940

From Poems: Pastoral and Psalm (1896)

Religion

In the morning, Jesus,
Let me see thy face,
Altogether lovely,
Full of truth and grace.

In the morning, Jesus,
Let me hear thy voice;
Speak, and let thy servant
All the day rejoice.

In the morning, Jesus,
Manifest thy love,—
Peace, and power, and blessing,
Bringing from above.

In the morning, Jesus,
Show thy cross to me;
Then, dear Lord, I’ll suffer
Cheerfully for thee.

Every morning, Jesus,
Every evening, bless;
Shelter me forever
With thy righteousness.

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In the morning, Jesus,
When thy saints shall rise,
Bring me, with the blessed,
Into Paradise.

MLA

Copeland, Benjamin. “In the Morning, Jesus.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/copeland/130/.

Chicago

Copeland, Benjamin. “In the Morning, Jesus.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/copeland/130/.

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