To us the promise is but one,
One light point gathers all the rays;
To us He speaketh through the Son,
"Lo! I am with you all the days."

With us at morning, to inspire
Fresh work with ever freshened zest;
At noon-tide, that we may not tire;
At evening, to restore and rest.

Yes, all the days, and all the day,
To guide, restrain, correct, inspire;
Moulding our wills, Thy willing clay,
Kindling our hearts, Thy kindred fire.

The day which like the rest begins,
With--"Fear not, I am still with thee."
And ends, beyond the clouds and sins,
With--"Evermore his face they see."