I take Thy promise, Lord, in all its length,
And breadth and fulness, as my daily strength,
Into life’s future fearless I may gaze,
For, Jesus, Thou art with all the days.
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,
Mark’d by no special joy or grief or strife,
Days fill’d with quiet duties, trivial care,
Burdens too small for other hearts to share,
Spend Thou these days with me, all shall be Thine
So shall the darkest hour with glory shine.
Then when these earthly years have pass’d away,
Let me be with Thee in the perfect day.
H.L.R. Deck, „I Take Thy Promise, Lord“,
Hymns, ed. Paul Beckwith, IVP Chicago 1947.