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He Careth for Me

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 21, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 38.

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He Careth for Me

WHAT can it mean? Is it aught to Him That the days are long, and the nights are dim? Can he be touched by the griefs I bear, Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair? About his throne are eternal calms, And strong, glad music of happy psalms, And bliss unruffled by any strife— How can he care for my little life?
And yet I want him to care for me While I live in this world where sorrows be. When the lights die down from the path I take, When strength is feeble, and friends forsake, And love and music, which once did bless, Have left me to silence and loneliness,— Then my heart song changes to sobbing prayers, And my heart cries out for a God who cares.
When shadows hang o’er the whole day long, And my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong, And I am not good, and the bitter shade Of conscious sin makes my soul afraid; And the busy world has too much to do To stay in its courses and help me through; And I long for a Saviour,—can it be That the God of the universe cares for me?
O, wonderful story of deathless love, Each child is dear to that heart above! He fights for me when I can not fight; He comforts me in the gloom of night; He lifts the burden, for he is strong; He stills the sigh and wakes the song; The sorrows that bear me down he shares, And loves and pardons because he cares.
Let all who are sad take heart again. We are not alone in our hours of pain; Our Father looks from his throne above To soothe and comfort us with his love. He leaves us not when the storms are high; And we have safety, for he is nigh. Can that be trouble which he doth share? O, rest in peace, for the Lord will care!
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