Scripture Verse

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


Hugh T. Kerr (1872–1950)

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 & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.