Out of despair hope is dawning;
After the darkness comes light.
His mercies are new every morning,
He scatters His manna each night,

Scatters it freely as hoarfrost;

Then use it as freely, nor hoard
In fear of tomorrow's privation;
It pleases our bountiful Lord

To give these good gifts to His children.
His promise is faithful and true,
That He will provide on the morrow
Enough for tomorrow's need too.

Martha Snell Nicholson

Lamentations 3:22-25 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.


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posted HMC 2022; CA