There’s a stream of trouble across my path;
It is black and deep and wide.
Bitter the hour the future hath
When I cross its swelling tide.
But I smile and sing and say:
I will hope and trust alway;
I’ll bear the sorrow that comes tomorrow,
But I’ll borrow none today.
Tomorrow’s bridge is a dangerous thing;
I dare not cross it now.
I can see its timbers sway and swing,
And its arches reel and bow.
O heart, you must hope alway;
You must sing and trust and say:
‘I’ll bear the sorrow that comes tomorrow,
But I’ll borrow none today.”
