Scripture Verse

His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Lamentations 3:22–23


Hugh T. Kerr

Words: Hugh T. Kerr, 1916. Kerr wrote this hymn for the 50th an­ni­ver­sa­ry of the Sha­dy­side Pres­by­ter­i­an Church in Pitts­bur­gh, Penn­syl­van­ia.

Music: San­don Charles H. Pur­day, The Church and Home Tune Book 1857 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Pur­day (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


God of our life,
Through all the circling years,
We trust in Thee;
In all the past,
Through all our hopes and fears,
Thy hand we see.
With each new day,
When morning lifts the veil,
We own Thy mercies, Lord,
Which never fail.

God of the past,
Our times are in Thy hand;
With us abide.
Lead us by faith
To hope’s true promised land;
Be Thou our guide.
With Thee to bless,
The darkness shines as light,
And faith’s fair vision
Changes into sight.

God of the coming years,
Through paths unknown
We follow Thee;
When we are strong, Lord,
Leave us not alone;
Our refuge be.
Be Thou for us
In life our daily bread,
Our heart’s true home
When all our years have sped.