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.

So all the hours to come to Thee belong.
I face a future free from doubt or fear,
Where I may walk with Thy sweet presence near,
And in my heart an everlasting song!

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