“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Mathew 6:34.
Shed not tomorrow’s tears:
Thou mayst not then have cause to weep,
Or God may give thee swift relief;
Dismiss thy fears:
Who meets the trouble ere it looms,
A searcher after ill becomes,
And double burden bears.
Tomorrow’s storms why dread?
The distant cloud thou fear’st to see
May break before it reacheth thee;
Lift up thine head:
It may be ere that morrow dawn,
Where storms and tempest never come,
Thou shalt be led.
Tread not tomorrow’s thorns;
If brass and iron be thy shoes,
Sufficient grace for daily woes,
Thy burden’s borne:
Wait on thy God, and strength renewed
To mount, or run, or walk the road,
Shall be bestown.
Tomorrow’s need why count?
Though drop by drop be all that’s given,
Treasured by rich supply in heaven,
Unfailing fount!
Suffice that manna daily fall,
That never fails the cruse of oil:
Thou’lt know no want.
Crave not tomorrow’s grace:
If the last enemy assail,
And dying hour with all its wail
Around thee lays,
He who hath helped thee hitherto,
With love, and power, shall bear thee through
E’en Jordan’s waves.