Don't you trouble trouble Till trouble troubles you. Don't you look for trouble; Let trouble look for you. Don't you borrow sorrow; You'll surely have your share. He who dreams of sorrow Will find that sorrow's there. Don't you hurry worry By worrying lest it come. To flurry is to worry, 'Twill miss you if you're mum. If care you've got to carry Wait till 'tis at the door; For he who runs to meet it Takes up the load before. If minding will not mend it, Then better not to mind; The best thing is to end it-- Just leave it all behind. Who feareth hath forsaken The Heavenly Father's side; What he hath undertaken He surely will provide. The very birds reprove thee With all their happy song; The very flowers teach thee That fretting is a wrong. "Cheer up," the sparrow chirpeth, "Thy Father feedeth me; Think how much more he careth, O lonely child, for thee!" "Fear not," the flowers whisper; "Since thus he hath arrayed The buttercup and daisy, How canst thou be afraid?" Then don't you trouble trouble, Till trouble troubles you; You'll only double trouble, And trouble others too. HE LEADS US ON He leads us on By paths we did not know; Upward he leads us, though our steps be slow, Though oft we faint and falter on the way, Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day, Yet when the clouds are gone We know he leads us on. He leads us on. Through all the unquiet years; Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts, and fears, He guides our steps. Through all the tangled maze Of sin, of sorrow, and o'erclouded days We know his will is done; And still he leads us on. And he, at last, After the weary strife-- After the restless fever we call life-- After the dreariness, the aching pain, The wayward struggles which have proved in vain, After our toils are past, Will give us rest at last. THE DEVIL IS A FOOL