p. 83 | STRENGTH FOR THE DAY

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 26, 1873

STRENGTH FOR THE DAY.

BEFORE.

The morning breaks in cloud, the rain is falling Upon my pillow; still I sigh for rest, But yet I hear so many voices calling To work, by which my burdened soul is pressed, That I can only pray, “Strength for the day.”

’Tis not a prayer of faith, but weak repining, For with the words there comes no hope, no light: In other lives a morning sun is shining, While mine is but a change from night to night; So while I weep, I pray, “Strength for the day.”

For it is hard to walk in constant shadow, Climbing with tired feet an uphill road; And so, while my weak heart dreads each to-morrow, And I once more lift up my heavy load, Desponding still, I pray, “Strength for the day.”

AFTER.

Now looking back to the long hours ended, I wonder why I feared them as they came; Each brought the strength on which its task depended, And so my prayer was answered just the same. Now, with new faith, I pray, “Strength for the day.”

For in the one just closed I’ve learned how truly God’s help is given equal to our need; Sufficient for each hour it cometh newly, If we but follow where his teachings lead, Believing, when we pray, “Strength for the day.”

He who has felt the load which we are bearing, Who walked each step along the path we tread, Is ever for his weary children caring, And keeps the promise made us, when he said He’d give us, all the way, “Strength for our day.”