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“CASTING ALL YOUR CARE UPON HIM, FOR HE
CARETH FOR YOU.”
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“CASTING ALL YOUR CARE UPON HIM, FOR HE CARETH FOR YOU.”
1 Peter v. 7.
When anxious thoughts the bosom fill,
And skies look dark above,
How sweet, reposing on His will,
To feel that God is Love!
To Him our mean affairs
Are most minutely known:
He weighs the burden of our cares,
And numbers every groan.
And skies look dark above,
How sweet, reposing on His will,
To feel that God is Love!
To Him our mean affairs
Are most minutely known:
He weighs the burden of our cares,
And numbers every groan.
When fails each earthly confidence,
And friends grow cool and strange,
I rest on Thine Omnipotence,
On Love that cannot change.
This trust can ne'er delude;
Thy goodness is most wise;
And in thy bounteous plenitude
My wealth, my portion lies.
And friends grow cool and strange,
I rest on Thine Omnipotence,
On Love that cannot change.
This trust can ne'er delude;
Thy goodness is most wise;
And in thy bounteous plenitude
My wealth, my portion lies.
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Oh, let me still a Father's hand
In all Thy ways perceive;
And, when I cannot understand,
Be humble, and believe:
Till what I know not now,
Shall all be clearly shewn,
When at Thy throne my soul shall bow,
And know as I am known.
In all Thy ways perceive;
And, when I cannot understand,
Be humble, and believe:
Till what I know not now,
Shall all be clearly shewn,
When at Thy throne my soul shall bow,
And know as I am known.
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