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Day By Day! (Blott en dag)
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A Swedish song. Swedish words below. PSA 146:2 While I live will I praise the LORD; I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being. Praise the Lord!
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Day by Day (Blott en dag)

Words by Carolina Sandell Berg, 1832-1903
Tr. A. L. Skoog
Music by Oscar Ahnfelt(1813-1882)

Day by (Eb)day and with each passing (Ab)moment,
Strength I (Bb7)find to meet my trials (Eb)here;
Trusting (Eb)in my Father's wise be(Ab)stowment,
I've no (Bb7)cause for worry or for (Eb)fear.
He whose (Eb)heart is kind beyond all (Eb)measure
Gives un(Bb7)to each day what he deems (Eb)best
Loving(Eb)ly, its part of pain and (Ab)pleasure,
Mingling (Bb7)toil with peace and (Eb)rest.

Ev'ry day the Lord himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares he fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow'r.
The protection of his child and treasure
Is a charge that on himself he laid;
"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me he made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation
Offered me within thy holy word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Til I reach the promised land.

Blott en dag, ett oegonblick i saender,
O vad troest, evad som kommer pa!
Allt ju vilar i min faders haender;
Skulle jag som barn vael aengslas da!
Han, som baer foer mig ett fadershjaerta,
O han giver ju at varje dag
Hult dess lilla del av froejd och smaerta,
Sa av moeda som behag.

Sjaelf han ae mig alla dagar naera,
Foer var saerskild tid med saerskild nad.
Varje dags bekymmer vill han baera,
Han, som heter bade kraft och rad.
Att sin dyra egendom bevara,
Denna omsorg har han lagt pa sig.
Som din dag sa skall din kraft ock vara,
Detta loefte gav han ig.

Hjaelp mig da att vila trygg och stilla
Blott vid dina loeften, Herre kaer,
Och ej trones dyra troest foerspilla,
Som i ordet mig foervarad aer.
Hjaelp mig, Herre, att evad mig haender,
Taga av din trogna fadershand
Blott en dag, ett oegonblick i saender,
Tills jag natt det goda land.