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.
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Think in the morning what thou hast to do this day, and at night what
thou hast done; and do nothing upon which thou mayest not boldly ask
God's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his
pardon.--_Anon_.