What is today the sun is hid!
We’ll see his face tomorrow!
For there’s a far exceeding joy
With ev’ry weight of sorrow.

Chorus:
His grace is sufficient today!
His grace is sufficient today!
Then why should we borrow sad care from the morrow,
When grace is sufficient today.

What if the fig-tree blossom not,
And fields no meat are yielding!
Yet from the famine’s cruel blight
His own our God is shielding. [Chorus]

“Give us this day our daily bread,”
In humble trust we’re pleading,
Assured that he who answers pray’r
Will grant us all we’re needing. [Chorus]

Then let the storms and tempest rage
Throughout the night of sorrow,
They’ll make the desert to rejoice
And blossom on the morrow! [Chorus]