The morning is the gate of day,
But ere you enter there
See that you set to guard it well
The sentinel of prayer.
So shall God’s grace your steps attend,
But nothing else pass through
Save what can give the countersign;
The Father’s will for you.
When you have reached the end of day
Where night and sleep await,
Set there the sentinel again
To bar the evening’s gate.
So shall no fear disturb your rest,
No danger and no care.
For only peace and pardon pass
The watchful guard of prayer.
The British Weekly