2 Enough, that blessings undeserved.
Have marked my erring track;
That, wheresoe'er my feet have swerved,
Thy chastening turned me back;

3 That more and more a Providence
Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense
Bright with eternal good;

4 That death seems but a covered way
Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray
Beyond the Father's sight.

5 No longer forward or behind
I look, in hope or fear,
But grateful take the good I find,
God's blessing now and here.
John G. Whittier.

And every evening new.

7 Upon his providence I lean,
As lean in faith I must;
The lesson of my life hath been
A heart of grateful trust.

8 And so my onward way I fare
With happy heart and calm,
And mingle with my daily care
The music of my psalm.

Frederick L. Hosmer.

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AMEN.

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