To Myself

by Paul Fleming

Let nothing make thee sad or fretful,

Or too regretful;

Be still;

What God hath ordered must be right;

Then find in it thine own delight,

My will.

Why shouldst thou fill today with sorrow

About tomorrow.

My heart?

One watches all with care most true;

Doubt not that he will give thee too

Thy part.

Only be steadfast; never waver,

Nor seek earth's favor,

But rest:

Thou knowest what God's will must be

For all his creatures, so for thee,

The best.