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God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

Refrain

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

2. God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.

3. God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.

Annie Johnson Flint died this date, 9/8/1932, at Clifton Springs, New York.  She was the daughter of Mr. Eldon Johnson but it seems that she was adopted by a family named Flint while small.  Annie attended school in Trenton(Jersey) and became a teacher.  Later, due to severe arthritis (making her immobile), she traded teaching for writing poetry.  Her material appeared in magazines and books.  The above is a lesser known hymn than her “He Giveth More Grace.”  Miss Johnson was born 12/24/1866 at Vineland, New Jersey.

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I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.

Refrain

I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.

I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;
Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.

I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.

 I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;
And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.

I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;
O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.

WHOLLY THINE

Thine, most gracious Lord,
O make me wholly Thine—
Thine in thought, in word and deed,
For Thou, O Christ, art mine.

Refrain

Wholly Thine, wholly Thine;
Thou hast bought me, I am Thine;
Blessčd Savior, Thou art mine;
Make me wholly Thine.

Wholly Thine, my Lord,
To go when Thou dost call;
Thine to yield my very self
In all things, great and small.

Wholly Thine, O Lord,
In every passing hour;
Thine in silence, Thine to speak,
As Thou dost grant the power.

 Wholly Thine, O Lord,
To fashion as Thou wilt,
Strengthen, bless and keep the soul
Which Thou hast saved from guilt.

Thine, Lord, wholly Thine,
For ever one with Thee—
Rooted, grounded in Thy love,
Abiding, sure and free.

Annie Sherwood Hawks died this date, 1/3/1918 at Benn­ing­ton, Ver­mont, where she had been living for many years, with the W E Putnam’s (her daughter and son-n-law).

 Annie was born 5/28/1836 at Hoosick, New York.  Her poem began being published in the 1850’s.  She and Charles H Hawks were mar­ried in 1857.

 The following are reported to be the exact words of Mrs. Hawks.

“One day as a young wife and mo­ther of 37 years of age, I was bu­sy with my reg­u­lar house­hold tasks.  Sudden­ly, I be­came so filled with the sense of near­ness to the Mast­er that, won­der­ing how one could live with­out Him, ei­ther in joy or pain, these words, ‘I Need Thee Ev­e­ry Hour,’ were ush­ered in­to my mind, the thought at once tak­ing full pos­sess­ion of me.”

This, her most famous piece, first saw pub­lication in November of 1872, at the Na­tion­al Bap­tist Sun­day School Con­ven­tion held in Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio.

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