The Heaviest Troubles by Lettie S. Bigelow

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 18, 1900

The Heaviest Troubles

By Lettie S. Bigelow

Of the hard and weary loads ’Neath, which we bend and fall, The troubles that do not come Are the heaviest ones of all.

For grief that cuts like a knife There’s oil of comfort and cure, And the Hand which binds the weight Brings strength and grace to endure.

But to phantoms of pain and woe The lips of pity are dumb, And there’s never oil or wine For troubles that do not come.

There’s a song to lighten the toil, And a staff for climbing the height, But never an alpenstock For the hills that are out of sight.

There are bitter herbs enough In the brimming cup of to-day Without the sprig of rue, From to-morrow’s unknown way.

Then take the meal that is spread, And go with a song on thy way, And let not the morrow shade The sunshine and joy of to-day.

— Lettie S. Bigelow, in Zion’s Herald.