I KNOW HE CARES FOR ME.
By E. G. Morgan
I sit and ponder o'er my way,
As sinks the sunlight in the west;
As dark and dreary grows the day,
Till shades of night bring peaceful rest.
I often reel beneath the load,
And oft my way I can not see;
Tho storm-clouds lower o'er my road,
Still do I know He cares for me. When grief and pain have torn my heart,
When deepest sorrows bear me down;
When all my earthly friends depart,
And all my earthly hopes have flown,
I still can trust His tender love.
E'en tho the way I can not see;
I know He marks my every move,
And I am sure He cares for me. When darkness dense my way obscures,
And shuts out every ray of light,
He comes, and my sad heart assures
That “sunny day” succeeds the night.
So, as I follow, He will lead,
While I from sin and darkness flee;
He satisfies my every need,
And I am sure He cares for me. Tho hard the path, tho rough the way,
Tho footsore here my path I tread;
He will not let me go astray
So long as by His hand I'm led.
Still does He give these trials here,
That I may all my weakness see;
And tho the trials be severe,
I know my Saviour cares for me. Tho in the furnace He may prove,
And purge from me the dross and tin,
He only does His work in love,—
'Tis all to cleanse me from my sin.
My Saviour loves me, this I know,
And seeks from sin to set me free;
He died His wondrous love to show—
Praise God!—I know He cares for me.