planning our pathway, holding us fast,
shaping in mercy all that concerns us:
Father, we praise you, Lord of the past.
God of this morning, gladly your children
worship before you, trustingly bow;
teach us to know you always among us,
quietly sovereign, Lord of our now.
God of tomorrow, strong overcomer,
princes of darkness own your command:
what then can harm us? We are your people,
now and forever kept by your hand.
Lord of past ages, Lord of this morning,
Lord of the future, help us, we pray:
teach us to trust you, love and obey you,
crown you each moment Lord of today!
Text by Margaret Clarkson, 1915-2008
Words © 1982 Hope Publishing Company