I Take Thy Promise, Lord

I take Thy pro­mise

Lord

in all its length

And breadth and full­ness

as my dai­ly strength;

Into life’s fu­ture fear­less I may gaze

For

Je­sus

Thou art with me all the days.

Days may be com­ing fraught with loss and change

New scenes sur­round my life

and fac­es strange;

I thank Thee that no day can ev­er break

Savior

when Thou wilt leave me or for­sake.

There may be days of dark­ness and dis­tress

When sin has pow­er to tempt

and care to press—

Yet in the dark­est day I will not fear

For

’mid the sha­dows

Thou wilt still be near.

Days there may be of joy

and deep de­light

When earth seems fair­est

and her skies most bright;

Then draw me clos­er to Thee

lest I rest

Elsewhere

my Sav­ior

than up­on Thy breast.

And all the oth­er days that make my life

Marked by no spe­cial joy or grief or strife

Days filled with qui­et du­ties

tri­vi­al care

Burdens too small for oth­er hearts to share;

Spend Thou those days with me

all shall be Thine—

So shall the dark­est hour with glo­ry shine.

Then

when these earth­ly years have passed away

Let me be with Thee in the per­fect day.