One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
 |
 |
[I cast my cares on Thee] |
|
 | One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads |  |
63
[I cast my cares on Thee]
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord.”
I cast my cares on Thee,
Thou wilt not refuse them;
I cast my cares on Thee,
Not that I may lose them,
But that Thou may'st take them,
And Thine own cares make them.
Think, O Lord, on me.
Thou wilt not refuse them;
I cast my cares on Thee,
Not that I may lose them,
But that Thou may'st take them,
And Thine own cares make them.
Think, O Lord, on me.
(My babes, my dear distress,
At Thy feet I leave them;
I must go—but, bless,
Saviour, and receive them;
Nought they heed my weeping,
Take to Thine own keeping,
My children fatherless.)
At Thy feet I leave them;
I must go—but, bless,
Saviour, and receive them;
Nought they heed my weeping,
Take to Thine own keeping,
My children fatherless.)
I cast my pains on Thee;
When I cross the river,
Oh near, for love's sake, be
Thou one comfort giver;
Pity my sore sighing,
Loose my bands in dying—
Stand and look on me.
When I cross the river,
Oh near, for love's sake, be
Thou one comfort giver;
Pity my sore sighing,
Loose my bands in dying—
Stand and look on me.
I cast my soul on Thee,
With her stains and sorrow;
I, ransom'd, look to see
A holy, long to-morrow.
Thou that failest never,
I cast all for ever
On Thy clemency.
With her stains and sorrow;
I, ransom'd, look to see
A holy, long to-morrow.
Thou that failest never,
I cast all for ever
On Thy clemency.
64
Ay, all my cares on Thee,
Thou wilt not refuse them;
Ay, all my cares on Thee,
Not that I may lose them,
But that Thou may'st take them,
And Thine own cares make them.
Think, O Lord, on me.
Thou wilt not refuse them;
Ay, all my cares on Thee,
Not that I may lose them,
But that Thou may'st take them,
And Thine own cares make them.
Think, O Lord, on me.
| One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads | |