BE QUIET!

Soul, dost thou fear

For to-day or to-morrow?

‘ Tis the part of a fool

To go seeking sorrow.

Of thine own doing

Thou canst not contrive them.

‘ Tis He that shall give them;

Thou may'st not outlive them.

So why cloud to-day

With fear of the sorrow,

That may or may not

Come to-morrow?