HYMN | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 14, 1861

HYMN.

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 awakened 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 to-day and he to-morrow, Grace sufficient gives his own.

Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, Long endurance wins the crown, When the evening shadows lengthen, Thou shalt lay thy burden down.