Faint not, nor fal­ter in the way
That lead­eth to thy per­fect home;
The night must come be­fore the day,
Rest seem­eth sweet to those who roam;
And God has left this word with thee,
That as thy day, thy strength shall be,
That as thy day, thy strength shall be.

Grief may dis­tress thine in­most heart,
Long trust­ed friends may fic­kle prove:
Not sor­row’s sting, nor trai­tor’s dart,
Shall e’er thy stead­fast spir­it move;
Because this pro­mise dwells with thee,
As is thy day, thy strength shall be,
As is thy day, thy strength shall be.

Pain may thine earth­ly ease dis­place,
Disease en­feeble all thy pow­ers;
E’en cheer­ful hope may veil her face,
And lin­ger­ing mo­ments seem as hours;
Yet still this pro­mise is to thee,
As is thy day, thy strength shall be,
As is thy day, thy strength shall be.

Then trust thy God what­e’er be­tide!
None ev­er knew His pro­mise fail;
His an­gel, ev­er at thy side,
Shall help thy pa­tience to pre­vail;
Forbode no ill, for thou shalt see
That as thy day, thy strength shall be,
That as thy day, thy strength shall be.