1 Ev'ry day I trust Thee more,
Father, than I did before;
Not that skies are always bright,
But when clouds bedim my sight
Then this promise comforts me:
"As thy days thy strength shall be."

2 Ev'ry day I seem to lean
Harder on the arms unseen;
Disappointments come, and care,
Griefs I find full hard to bear;
In this thought divine I rest:
Thou art God, and God knows best.

3 Ev'ry day new truths I trace
In the gospel of Thy grace;
For Thy Word is meat indeed,
It my hungry soul can feed,
And my blinded eyes still see
That its blessings are for me.

4 Ev'ry day Thy loving care
Helps me heavy loads to bear,
And tho' days be good or ill,
Grace will be vouchsafed me still;
Faith and hope repeat for me,
"As thy days thy strength shall be."