Day by day, and with each pass­ing mo­ment,
Strength I find, to meet my tri­als here;
Trusting in my Fa­ther’s wise be­stow­ment,
I’ve no cause for wor­ry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind be­yond all mea­sure
Gives un­to each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and plea­sure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day, the Lord Him­self is near me
With a spe­cial mer­cy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Coun­se­lor and Pow­er;
The pro­tect­ion of His child and trea­sure
Is a charge that on Him­self He laid;
As thy days, thy strength shall be in mea­sure,
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in ev­ery tri­bu­la­tion
So to trust Thy pro­mis­es, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet con­so­la­tion
Offered me with­in Thy ho­ly Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trou­ble meet­ing,
E’er to take, as from a fa­ther’s hand,
One by one, the days, the mo­ments fleet­ing,
Till I reach the pro­mised land.