p. 12 | Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 9, 1906

“Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled”

By Mrs. Martha A. Irish Burdick

Let not your heart be troubled; The Heavenly Father knows     Your tangled road,     Your heavy load,— He pities all your woes.

Let not your heart be troubled; The blessed Saviour hears     Your feeblest prayers,     And pitying, shares Your heartaches and your tears.

Let not your heart be troubled; God knows and understands     How every ill     Works out his will; He holds you in his hands.

Let not your heart be troubled; Life’s day is short at best;     Toil will be done     At set of sun, And night will bring sweet rest.

Let not your heart be troubled; Beyond the sunset gate     Heaven’s new glad day     Will dawn for aye, And there our treasures wait.

Let not your heart be troubled; The heavenly Pilot guides     Your tossing bark     Through tempests dark, And still with you abides.

Let not your heart be troubled; None may God’s plans foretell;     Bend to his will,     Trust and be still, God rules, and all is well.

—Mrs. Martha A. Irish Burdick.