BEAR the burden of the present,
Let the morrow bear its own ;
If the morning sky be pleasant,
Why the passing 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 ;
Comfortable words He talketh,
While His hands uphold and guide.

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

Then bear thy burden with good cheer,
Take promptly up thy daily cross ;
Nor hesitate to shed a tear,
Nor reckon o'er thy present loss.