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III: The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine

The morning breaks, I place my hand in Thine, My God, 'tis Thine to lead, to follow mine; No word deceitful shall I speak the while, Nor shall I stain my hand with action vile.

Thine be this day with worthy labour filled, Strong let me stand to do the duty willed; Nor swayed by restless passion would I be, That I may give the offering pure to Thee;

Else were I shamed when hoary age I see, Shamed were this board that bears Thy gifts to me: Mine is the impulse; O my Christ, I pray, Be Thou Thyself to me the Blessed Way.