BEAR the burden of the present,

Let the morrow bear its own;

If the morning sky be pleasant,

Why the passing night bemoan?

If the darkened heavens lower,

Wrap thy cloak around thy form;

Though the tempest rise in power,

God is mightier than the storm,

Steadfast faith and hope unshaken

Animate the trusting breast;

Step by step the journey’s taken

Nearer to the land of rest.

All unseen, the Master walketh

By the toiling servant’s side;

Comfortable words He talketh,

While His hands uphold and guide.

Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow

Rends thy heart to Him unknown;

He today and He tomorrow

Grace sufficient gives His own.

Then bear thy burden with good cheer,

Take promptly up thy daily cross;

Nor hesitate to shed a tear,

Nor reckon o’er thy present loss.

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