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This year ahead lies in His Hand For thee, His child, the path is planned His whispering voice in love doth say Trust Me, My child, to lead the way Each day I have a work for thee Your mundane tasks are planned by Me I ask thee child to do My will With joy the day’s appointments fill For some ‘tis glory, cheers and praise For some ‘tis sickness all their days For others–hidden from men’s eye Their lonely path doth lead on high This year ahead lies in My Hand For thee, My child, the path is planned My tender voice in love doth say Trust Me, My child to lead the way. |