I know Not What Awaits on the Morrow

 

I know not what awaits on the morrow

Nor what in this life for me shall be,

But I’ve a blessing worth any sorrow

I’ve the sure Hope of eternity!

The troubles and trials will surely come

Their timing and sum I cannot know

I am a pilgrim without place or home

While I sojourn on this earth below

 

Here I have no continuing city

I seek one to come above the sky

Where I’ll dwell with the Lord, the Almighty

Who reigns supreme from His throne on high

 

How short and trivial will seem the days

And how feeble my complaints and pain

When compared to heaven’s eternal rays

The temple full of His glor’ous train!

 

So teach me, Lord, to number all my days

To apply my heart unto wisdom

That I live unto Thy glory and praise

Striving always first for Thy kingdom!

 

1-14-2026

Hebrews 13:14,

Psalm 90:12

Matthew 6:33