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. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (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.MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (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: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Original text and translations

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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.