One day at a time, with its
failures and fears,

With its hurts and mistakes,
with its weakness and tears,

With its portion of pain and its
burden of care;

One day at a time we must meet
and must bear.

 

One day at a time to be patient
and strong;

To be calm under trial and sweet
under wrong;

Then its toiling shall pass and
its sorrow shall cease;

It shall darken and die, and the
night shall bring peace.

 

One day at a time — but the day
is so long,

And the heart is not brave, and
the soul is not strong,

O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou
near all the way;

Give courage and patience and
strength for the day.

 

Swift cometh His answer, so
clear and so sweet:

"Yea, I will be with thee,
thy troubles to meet;

I will not forget thee, nor fail
thee, nor grieve;

I will not forsake thee; I never
will leave."

 

Not yesterday’s load we are
called on to bear,

Nor the morrow’s uncertain and
shadowy care;

Why should we look forward or
back with dismay?

Our needs, as our mercies, are
but for the day.

 

One day at a time, and the day
is His day;

He hath numbered its hours,
though they haste or delay.

His grace is sufficient; we walk
not alone;

As the
day, so the strength that He giveth His own.