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LORD, my times are in Thy hand,
    All my way by Thee is planned;
To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make Thy purpose mine.
 
2  Thou my daily task shalt give,
Day by day to Thee I’ll live;
So shall added years fulfil,
Not my own, but Thy good will.
 
3  Vain ambitions—whisper not!
Happy is my humble lot;
Go, my anxious cares away!
I’m provided for each day.
 
4  Day by day the manna fell:
Help me learn this lesson well;
So, by constant mercy fed,
Grant me, Lord, my daily bread.
 
5  O, to live exempt from care,
By the energy of prayer;
Strong in faith; my mind subdued,
Full of love and gratitude.
 
Josiah Conder, 1789-1855