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Day by day, and with each passing moment, |
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Strength I find, to meet my trials here; |
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Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, |
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I’ve no cause for worry or for fear. |
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He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure |
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Gives unto each day what He deems best— |
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Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure, |
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Mingling toil with peace and rest. |
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Every day, the Lord Himself is near me |
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With a special mercy for each hour; |
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All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me, |
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He Whose Name is Counselor and Power; |
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The protection of His child and treasure |
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Is a charge that on Himself He laid; |
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“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,” |
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This the pledge to me He made. |
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Help me then in every tribulation |
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So to trust Thy promises, O Lord, |
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That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation |
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Offered me within Thy holy Word. |
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Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting, |
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Ever to take, as from a father’s hand, |
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One by one, the days, the moments fleeting, |
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Till I reach the promised land. |