Bear the Burden of the Present

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.