“Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.”
1 PETER 5: 7.
My God, I bring my sorrow
And cast it all on Thee;
Not careful for the morrow,
Because Thou car'st for me;
I need not dread the future,
But lean upon Thine arm;
If Thou, my God, art faithful,
What can Thy children harm?
I 'm poor indeed, and needy;
My faith is sorely tried:
But why should I be careful,
Since Thou wilt all provide?
And, when the tempter whispers
A doubt within my heart,
This silences his falsehoods,
That Thou my Father art.
I '11 trust Thee, then, my Father,
With all that 's dear to me:
With her, life's dear companion,
Best earthly gift to me;
With those that call me father,
And help my heart to know
Thy tenderness and pity,
Whene'er they call me so.