He Careth

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Jun 2, 1904

“Casting all your care upon Him, for he careth for you.” 1 Peter 5:7.

WHAT can it mean? Is it aught to him That the nights are long and the days are dim? Can he be touched by the griefs I bear, Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair? Around 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 the shadows be, When the lights die down from the path I take, When the strength is feeble and friends forsake, When love and music that once did bless, Have left me to silence and loneliness, And my life-song changes to sobbing prayers, Then my heart cries out for a God who cares.

When shadows hang o’er me the whole day long, And my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong, When I am in fault, and the deeper shade Of conscious sin makes my heart afraid; And the busy world has too much to do To stay in its course to 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 the 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 awakes the song; The sorrow that bowed me down he bears, 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 stoops from the throne above To soothe and quiet us with his love. He leaves us not when the storm is high, And we have safety when he is nigh. Can it be trouble, which he doth share? O, rest in peace, for the Lord does care!

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