When hard times fall on thou

When times are hard, we suffer

When thee can't bear it for long

Curse God, as he hath done it

Even thou thyself did it

Did thee, ever thank God?

When thou were happy and well off?

Then why do thee curse God?

When hard times fall on thou

Face it with austere constancy

Even daunting, as it seems to thee

Trust God and he will help

If thou would help, thyself

[ I am the number hundred ]

I am the number hundred
They decorate me with red
I am present everywhere
Even in the cricket match elsewhere

You think I am nuisance
When you get fever so high
But many worship me
I am the century of centuries

I never get tired and go on till I
Get squared and squared and squared
But they simply write me as
Ten raised to the power of two

I have many names such as
Ciento, CTO, Centum, Honderd, etc
But you know what I am
I am your favorite golden hundred