Scripture Verse

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:34


Thomas MacKellar

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

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

George C. Stebbins


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.