Every Hour

F. INA BURGESS

Dear God, because Thy love all time enfolds,I shall not dwell on days that are gone by,Either to joy in them or, grieving, cry;To Thee belong the hours the past now holds.

I know this present hour belongs to Thee,And so I am secure, my path ashine;A joy I never knew before is mine;My thoughts, released, are winged with liberty.

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