Classic Poem

My God does me know, and great kindness does show,
He knows both my Joys and my Sorrow;
He To-day does provide,
But wisely will hide
What is to befall on the Morrow.

To-morrow appears, and it brings on its Cares,
Not a Shilling could I take, or could borrow,
But at Eve a Friend sent,
With a kind intent,
And thus I want nothing To-morrow.

My Friends were so good to send Money and Food,
A Present thus ended my Sorrow
Hence did my God show,
He did all my wants know,
And I sang to his Praise on the Morrow.

I'm taught for to pray for my Bread day by day,
Then why should I fit down in Sorrow;
If To-day I have Bread,
Or Poverty dread,
I wou'd ask God for more on the Morrow.

I'd take prudent Care all the while I am here,
But not anxiously sit down in Sorrow
If To-day I am fed;
I'll not trouble my Head,
I may be a Corpse on the Morrow.

Is Christ, then, my Head, have I tasted that Bread
That at Death will free me from all Sorrow?
I then shall rejoice,
In the better choice,
If I sing in his Heaven To-morrow.