James Montgomery

The Day of Grace.

Another day, a day of grace

Is given us from on high;

The sun rejoicing runs his race

Of glory round the sky.

We love to hail him on the way,

With healing in his wings,

For every time he brings a day,

A day of grace he brings; --

Of grace to weary ones, who sleep

As homeless Jacob slept;

Of grace to penitents, who weep

As fallen Peter wept; --

Grace, such as humble Mary moved

To choose the better part,

Saul's slaughter-breathing zeal reproved,

And open'd Lydia's heart.

Such grace be ours, howe'er the past

Have well or ill been spent;

To-day, -- since this may be our last, --

To-day let us repent.

Now young and old, now great and small,

Seek we our Saviour's face,

That we henceforth this day may call

A day indeed of grace.