LORD, my times are in Thy hand, All my way by Thee is planned; To Thy wisdom I resign, And would make Thy purpose mine.
Thou my daily task shalt give, Day by day to Thee I’ll live; So shall added years fulfil, Not my own, but Thy good will.
Vain ambitions—whisper not! Happy is my humble lot; Go, my anxious cares away! I’m provided for each day.
Day by day the manna fell: Help me learn this lesson well; So, by constant mercy fed, Grant me, Lord, my daily bread.
O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer; Strong in faith; my mind subdued, Full of love and gratitude.
Josiah Conder, 1789-1855