Misc Traditional - I know who holds tomorrow

I don’^Gt know about t^G7omorrow; I just ^Clive from day to ^Gday. I don’^Ct borrow from it^Gs sunshine For its ^A7skies may turn to ^Dgrey. I don’^Gt worry o’er ^G7the future, For I ^Cknow what Jesus ^Gsaid. And to^Cday I’ll walk b^Geside Him, For He ^Gknow^Ds what is a^Ghead.

Many ^Cthings about tom^Gorrow I don’^A7t seem to und^Derstand But I ^Gknow who holds to^Cmorrow And I ^Gkno^Dw who holds my ^Ghand.

Every ^Gstep is getting br^G7ighter As the ^Cgolden stairs I ^Gclimb; Every ^Cburden’s gettin^Gg lighter, Every ^A7cloud is silver-^Dlined. There the ^Gsun is always ^G7shining, There no ^Ctear will dim the ^Geye; At the ^Cending of the ^Grainbow Where the ^Gmounta^Dins touch the ^Gsky.

I don’^Gt know abou^G7t tomorrow; It may ^Cbring me pover^Gty. But the ^Cone who feeds the sp^Garrow, Is the ^A7one who stands by ^Dme. And the p^Gath that is my p^G7ortion May be ^Cthrough the flame or ^Gflood; But His ^Cpresence goes be^Gfore me And I’^Gm cov^Dered with Hi^Gs blood.