"New Every Morning"
Yea,
"new every morning," though we may awake,
Our hearts with old sorrow
beginning to ache;
With old work unfinished when night stayed our hand,
With old care still pressing, to
fret and to vex,
With new problems rising, ours minds to perplex;
In ways
long familiar, in paths yet untrod,
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!
His
faithfulness fails not; it meets each new day
With guidance for every new step
of the way;
New grace for new trials, new trust for old fears,
New patience
for bearing the wrongs of the years,
New strength for new burdens, new courage
for old,
New faith for whatever the day may unfold;
As fresh for each need
as the dew on the sod;
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!
By Annie Johnson Flint
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and background by mary vannattan
CA, updated 2019