I care not today what the morrow may bring,
If shadow or sunshine or rain,
The Lord I know ruleth o’er everything,
And all of my worry is vain.
Living by faith, in Jesus above,
Trusting confiding in his great love;
From all harm safe in his sheltering arm,
I’m living by faith and feel no alarm.
Though tempests may blow and the storm-clouds arise,
Obscuring the brightness of life,
I’m never alarmed at the overcast skies,
The Master looks on at the strife.
I know that he safely will carry me through,
No matter what evils betide,
Why should I then care, though the tempest may blow,
If Jesus walks close to my side.
Our Lord will return to this earth some sweet day,
Our troubles will then all be o’er,
The Master so gently will lead us away,
Beyond that blest heavenly shore.
Be not therefore anxious for the morrow: for the morrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
but they that wait for Jehovah shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.