Once more from rest I rise again, To greet a day of toil and pain, My Heaven-appointed lot; Unknowing what new grief may be With this new day in store for me, But it shall harm me not I know full well; my loving God Will send me not a hurtful load. | My burden every day is new, But every day my God is true, And all my cares hath borne; Ere eventide can no man know What Day shall bring of joy or woe, And though it seem each morn To some new path of suffering call, With God I can surmount it all. | 230 Since this I know, oh wherefore sink, My faithless heart? And why thus shrink To take thy load again? Bear what thou canst, God bears thy lot, The Lord of All, He stumbleth not; Pure blessing shalt thou gain, If thou with Him right onward go, Nor fear'st to tread the path of woe. | My heart grows strong, all terrors fly Whene'er I feel Thy love Most High, Doth compass me around; But would I have Thee for my shield, No more to sin my soul must yield, But in Thy ways be found; Thou, God, wilt never walk my way If from Thy paths my feet should stray. | But let me feel Thou guidest me, And humbly I will follow Thee, Lord, make me true and pure; Then strong and dauntless in Thy might Against a world of sin I'll fight, And know my triumph sure; Then bravely I can meet each day, And fear it not, come what come may. | 231 My God and Lord, I cast on Thee The load that weighs too sore on me, The yoke 'neath which I bow; I lay my rank, my high command, In my Almighty Father's hand, Well knowing, Lord, that Thou Wilt ne'er withdraw it, for Thy truth Hath let me onward from my youth. | To Thee my kindred I commend, For they are safe if Thou defend, Oh guard them round about; My sinful soul would shelter take In Jesu's bosom, for whose sake Thou wilt not cast her out; When soul and body part at last, Then all myself on Thee I cast. | |