For All The Morrows

Has the year brought sadness?

Joy is yet in store.

Has it given gladness?

Next year giveth more.

Let your Father measure

All your pain and care,

Let Him weight the burden

That your heart must bear,

Sending light or shadow

As He deems it best

For in His sure wisdom,

You can safely rest.

Peace for all the morrows,

Strength for all your days,

These shall be your portion

Through the New Year’s ways.

Annie Johnson Flint