This day again has slipped away,
What has it been? What shall I say?
Lord Thou didst care for me!
Thou didst provide my every need
No want I here did know;
This day has passed as Thou decreed;
And thus each day shall go.
Each day, each moment, every hour;
’T is Thine, we know, O Lord;
Grant that our faith so high may tower
That we Thy work record;
Each fleeting moment Thou art near,
Thy faithfulness is sure;
For what may come, we need not fear,
With Thee we feel secure.
No lack shall we experience, for
Time, and all things: are Thine;
Grant us such faith to Thee adore,
To place our hands in Thine;
To trust Thee, knowing, with such peace,
That all is well with Thee;
Wilt Thou each day this faith increase,
To wait alone on Thee.