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 it`s 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 nor cross it now.
I can see it`s timbers sway and swing,
And itr`s 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."