Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
An' bear ye a' life's changes wi' a calm an' tranquil mind,
Though press'd an' hemm'd on every side, hae faith an' ye 'll win through,
For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.
Gin reft frae friends, or crost in love, as whiles nae doubt ye 've been,
Grief lies deep-hidden in your heart, or tears flow frae your e'en,
Believe it for the best, and trow there 's good in store for you,
For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.
In lang, lang days o' simmer when the clear and cludless sky
Refuses ae wee drap o' rain to Nature parch'd and dry,
The genial night, wi balmy breath, gaurs verdure spring anew,
An' ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.
Sae lest 'mid fortune's sunshine we should feel ower proud an' hie,
An' in our pride forget to wipe the tear frae poortith's e'e,
Some wee dark cluds o' sorrow come, we ken na whence or hoo,
But ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.