New every morning is the love (Samuel Webbe)

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• (Posted 2020-10-19)  CPDL #60946:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-10-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 76 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words

• (Posted 2020-10-19)  CPDL #60945:       

Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-10-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 38 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard

• (Posted 2016-11-27)  CPDL #42113:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-11-27).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 26 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: All verses included, although the hymn is normally known by the first line of v. 2.

General Information

Title: New every morning is the love
Composer: Samuel Webbe
Tune: Melcombe
Lyricist: John Keble

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 2
Description: A descant to the hymn can be found here.

Original text and translations

English text

1  O timely happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising morn arise, Eyes that the beam celestial view Which evermore makes all things new! 2  New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. 3  New mercies, each returning day Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

4  If, on our daily course, our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 5  We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky; 6  The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God.

7  Seek we no more; content with these Let present rapture, comfort, ease, As heaven shall bid them, come and go: The secret this of rest below. 8  Only, O Lord, in thy dear love, Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray.