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Load it not besides with sorrow 
Which belongeth to the morrow. 
Strength is promised, strength is given, 
When the heart by God is riven; 
But foredate the hour of woe, 
And alone thou bear’st the blow. 
One thing only claims thy care; 
Seek thou first, by faith and prayer, 
That all-glorious world above — 
Scene of righteousness and love — 
And whate’er thou need’st below 
He thou trustest will bestow.’ 
