611. 7s. M. Anonymous. Holy Contentment. 1 Lord, my times are in thy hand: All my fondest hopes have planned To thy wisdom I resign, And would make thy purpose mine. 2 Thou my daily task shalt give; Day by day to thee I live: So shall added years fulfil Not my own, my Father's will. 3 Fond ambition, whisper not; Happy is my humble lot: Anxious, busy cares, away; I'm provided for to-day. 4 O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer, Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude!
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