Yesterday on a rainy, quiet Sunday afternoon, I found myself in a familiar place of comfort and solace–just my piano and I and a Church Hymnal–page to page enveloping myself in the old Hymns. Admittedly, those days that my ‘tank’ nears empty–I know you have had those as well–when you feel emotionally and spiritually you just don’t have any more ‘octane’ to give out–I tend to find myself on that piano bench, shutting out all the noise and playing the old hymns of the church, Yesterday, I came upon a timeless classic written back in 1865. I hope it blesses and encourages you today.

‘Day by day and with each passing moment,

Strength I find to meet my trials here;

Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,

I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.

He whose heart is kind beyond all measure

Gives unto each day what He deems best–

Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,

Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Ev’ry day the Lord Himself is near me

With a special mercy for each hour;

All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,

He whose name is Counselor and Pow’r.