When worry, and care, and toil are ours,
And the day’s weary heights we climb,
Let’s think of the restful evening hours –
We live but one day at a time!
So let us toil on for those we love,
To fret and despair is a crime;
‘Twill lessen our load to look above;
We live but one day at a time!
To labor and toil is man’s estate,
The reward will come – dime by dime;
Be it ours to bravely work and wait –
We live but one day at a time.
Then work with a will and sing this lay
To the tune of the evening’s chime, –
Let canker and care fly swift away!”
We live but one day at a cime!
And at last, when life’s grey shadows fall,
Ere we pass to the realms sublime,
We shall hear the Master’s welcome call:
“Thou hast lived well, one day at a time!”
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