CHORUS


As the manna lay, on the desert ground,

So from day to day, mercies flow around.

As a father's love gives his children bread,

So our God above grants, and we are fed.






Think in the morning what thou hast to do this day, and at night what

thou hast done; and do nothing upon which thou mayst not boldly ask

God's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his

pardon.--_Anon_.



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