1 I can plan the daily work,
Which my willing hand may tend;
I can use the moments well,
Which the passing hours may lend;
I can watch the long night thro',
With its anguish, pain and care;
I can make its darkness light,
By my faith and hope and pray'r;
But eternity so vast,
On my Father I must cast.
2 I can live the span of life,
With its weeks and months and years;
I can make each milestone glad,
That may mark its joys and tears;
For my Father gives me strength,
Tempers ev'ry wind that blows;
Gives as passing years require,
But my trustful spirit knows
That eternity so vast,
On my Father I must cast.