Yea, "new every
morning," though we may awake,
Our hearts with old sorrow
beginning to ache;
With old work unfinished when
night stayed our hand,
With new duties waiting, unknown
and unplanned;
With old care still pressing, to
fret and to vex,
With new problems rising, ours
minds to perplex;
In ways long familiar, in paths
yet untrod,
Oh, new every morning the
mercies of God!
His faithfulness fails not; it
meets each new day
With guidance for every new step
of the way;
New grace for new trials, new
trust for old fears,
New patience for bearing the
wrongs of the years,
New strength for new burdens,
new courage for old,
New faith for whatever the day
may unfold;
As fresh for each need as the
dew on the sod;
Oh, new every morning the
mercies of God!
Annie Johnson
Flint
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