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Day by Day. 1906.

Charge not thy self
With the weight of a year.
Child of the Master faithful and dear.
Choose not the cross
For the coming week.
For that is more than He bids thee seek.

Bend not thy arms
For tomorrow's load.
Thou may'st leave that to a gracious God
Daily only He saith to thee
"Take up thy cross, and follow me."

The day is long, and the day is hard
We are tired of the march, and of keeping guard
Tired of the sense of a fight to be won
Of days to live through and work to be done
Tired of ourselves, and of being alone.
And all the while did we only see
We walk in the Lords own company
We fight - but tis He who nerves our arm
He turns the furrows which else, might harm
And out of the storm, He bringeth calm.