January 16

Thy will be done. I yield up everything.

"The life is more than meat"—then more than health;

"The body more than raiment"—then than wealth;

The hairs I made not, thou art numbering.

Thou art my life—I the brook, thou the spring.

Because thine eyes are open, I can see;

Because thou art thyself, 'tis therefore I am me.