Again, O Lord, I ope my eyes,
Thy glorious light to see,

Tree Branch and Water


Again, O Lord, I ope my eyes,
      Thy glorious light to see,
And share the gifts so largely lent
      To thankless man by Thee.

And why has God o'er me this night
      The watch so kindly kept?
And why have I so safely waked?
      And why so sweetly slept?

And wherefore do I live and breathe?
      And wherefore have I still
The mind to know, the sense to choose,
      The strength to do Thy will?

Is it, to waste another day
      In folly, sin, and shame?
To give to these my heart and hand,
      And spurn my Maker's claim?

Is it, for honour, wealth, or power
      My heavenly hopes to sell?
Is it, to grasp at pleasure's flower
      Upon the brink of hell?

Is it, to grow unto the world,
      As glides the world from me;
Be one day nearer to the grave,
      And farther, Lord, from Thee?

No!  thus too many days I've spent!
      To Thee, then, this be given:
Teach what I owe to man below,
      And to Thyself in heaven.

O, bring me to my Saviour's cross
      For mercy for the past;
And make me live the coming day
      As if it were my last!

~ Henry Francis Lyte

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