Only To-day by Henry Burton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 12, 1902

Only To-day

By Henry Burton

ONLY to-day is mine, And that I owe to Thee; Help me to make it thine, As pure as it may be; Let it see something done, Let it see something won, Then at the setting sun I’ll give it back to thee.

What if I cannot tell The cares the day may bring? I know that I shall dwell Beneath thy sheltering wing; And there the load is light, And there the dark is bright, And weakness turns to might, And so I trust and sing.

What shall I ask to-day? Naught but thine own sweet will; The windings of the way Lead to thy holy hill; And whether here or there, Why should I fear or care? Thy heavens are everywhere, And they are o’er me still.

Give me thyself to-day, I dare not walk alone; Speak to me by the way, And “all things” are my own; The treasures of thy grace, The secret hiding-place, The vision of thy face, The shadow of thy throne!

— Henry Burton, in Christian Advocate.