Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The

New Every Morning Is The Love Our Waking And Uprising Prove, Through Sleep And Darkness Safely Brought, Restored To Life And Power And Thought.

Sun Of My Soul! Thou Saviour Dear, It Is Not Night If Thou Be Near.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.

The Watchful Mother Tarries Nigh Though Sleep Have Closed Her Infant's Eye, For Should He Wake, And Find Her Gone.

Thou Art The Sun Of Other Days. They Shine By Giving Back The Rays.