O Lord, Be With Me Through This Day;
Direct My Thoughts Aright, I Pray,
That I, This Day, My Place Fulfill,
According To Thy Holy Will.

Thy Word, O Lord, Is Bread Indeed,
And As Upon Thy Word I Feed,
It Shall To Me New Strength Impart,
As Truth Abounds Within My Heart.

I Need Thy Armor, Lord, To Go
Against A Fierce And Ruthless Foe;
Girt—Breastplate, Helmet, Shoe, And Shield—
I Shall Prevail As Sword I Wield.

My Lips Shall Sweetly Sound Thy Praise,
And Thankfulness Shall Fill My Days;
Within Thy Joy My Strength Shall Be,
So, Trusting, I Shall Walk With Thee.

I Thank Thee, Lord, For Thoughts Of Thee—
To Thee In Danger I Shall Flee,
And Find In Thee My Soul’s Desire,
By Walking In Thy Grace And Power.

When Life On Earth Shall Be No More,
I Shall Thy Glorious Name Adore,
And Humbly Bow Before Thy Throne,
And Praise Thee That I’m Safely Home.

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