Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.@Matthew 6:34
Thomas MacKellar (1812–1899)

Thomas MacKellar, 1852, alt. Published in his Lines for the Gentle and Loving, 1853.

Lydia (Stebbins) George C. Stebbins (1848–1945) (🔊 pdf nwc).

George C. Stebbins (1846–1945)

Bear the burden of the present,
Let the morrow bear its own;
If the morning sky be pleasant,
Why the coming 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:
Comfort in the words He speaketh,
While His hands uphold and guide.

Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow
Rends thy breast to Him unknown;
He today and He tomorrow
Grace sufficient gives His own.

Holy strivings nerve and strengthen,
Long endurance wins the crown:
When the evening shadows lengthen,
Thou shalt lay the burden down.