Songs of the Soul/Part 2/The Ever-New

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THE EVER NEW

Newer joys adorn the day,Brighter burn through livelong nightThe stars with purer light,Brighter thoughts do brace my voice,Newer words await my choice,With heart of th’ new I ’ll sing my lay.Wings of thoughts would ceaseless beatThe sky of time, and race to meetThy distant throneThat somewhere is alone.
Each and every dayMen choir some songNot with thoughts the same but a changing throngOf newer ones that make Thy greater lay.
The bubbling joyOf each little boy,Each brew of friendship stillI steal, and with them fill ​Mine cup of aged heartWith ceaseless thrills to start.Morrow each and each todayWith newer love I will sing my lay.The voices same do sing the layIn temple church and fane:But I deign ne’er to hearThe strains all stained with age-old tear;My fountain flows anew today,With newer tears will flow my lay.In the same old churchI'll newly sing and search,In the same old sermonFor unending truths and newer reason;In the same old organ will I seekThe newer hopes of new-born week.
Every day, oh, every dayThe bell will ring a new Sunday,And bathed in Thy beaming rayWith newer thoughts I'll sing my lay.
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