The strength he gives us for today
is for today, and nothing more;
At morning dawn without delay,
like manna on the desert floor.
Like manna from the desert sky,
these daily mercies never fail;
His promises, which never lie,
sustaining ours, which ever fail.
Tomorrow’s troubles threaten, loud,
to shut the sky and seal the spring,
But fiery pillar, glory cloud,
awaken mourning hearts to sing.
So tread each valley, camp each night,
and shelter without want or fear.
No stream or well or meal in sight,
but tabernacle, blazing, near.
Then brother, sister, helper, friend,
awake anew and breathe this grace:
His promises shall never end
till weary souls behold his face.