Does each day upon its wing
Its allotted burden bring?
Load it not besides with sorrow
Which belongeth to the morrow.
Strength is promised, strength is given,
When the heart by God is riven;
But foredate the day of woe,
And alone thou bear’st the blow.
One thing only claims thy care;
Seek thou first by faith and prayer
That all—glorious world above,
Scene of righteousness and love;
And whate’er thou need’st below,
He thou trustest will bestow.