I have nothing to do with tomorrow,
My Saviour will make that His care;
Should He fill it with trouble and sorrow,
He'll help me to suffer and bear.

I have nothing to do with to-morrow;
Its burdens, then, why should I share ?
Its grace and its faith I can't borrow,
Then why should I borrow its care?

In touch with Him who all things fills-
In touch with Him whose presence stills
The tempest's furious race:
With Him who is supremely fair-
With Him who rules in earth and air
They are in touch through grace.

This vital touch so true and warm,
Removes all dread of what might harm;
It lights with joy the face.
When paths are steep and foes are near,
It fills the heart with strength and cheer
To be in touch through grace.

All those who in the Lord believe
A place amongst His own receive;
They long to see His face:
Although in body far apart,
They cease not to be one in heart;
They are "in touch through grace."

T. Watson
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(Missing:Let Him Curse, beginning of In Touch (Poem))

In touch with Him who all things fills-
In touch with Him whose presence stills
The tempests’ furious race:
With Him who is supremely fair-
With Him who rules in earth and air
They are in thouch through grace.

This vital touch so true and warm,
Removes all dread of what might harm;
It lights with joy the face.
When paths are steep and foes are near,
It fills the heart with strength and cheer
To be in touch through grace.

All those who in the Lord believe
A place amongst His own receive
They long to see His face:
Although in body far apart,
They cease not to be one in heart;
They are "in touch through grace."
T. Watson