Hast thou a care that weighs thee down,
Pressing on heart and brain?
Bring it to Jesus, tell him all,
Each trouble, grief and pain;
Then cast on him thy every care,
And he will all thy burden bear. We need not have a single care
With such a faithful Friend,
Who loves with more than mother-love,
And will unto the end;
He knows each secret doubt and fear,
And treasures up each falling tear. He knows the way, it may be rough—
The path marked out for thee;
But it is hallowed by his feet—
He trod it once for thee;
So every feeling of unrest
Should drive thee closer to his breast. Leaning on him, we need not dread
The trials of the way,
For grace and strength he'll surely give
According to our day.
Why should we unbelieving sigh,
With such a Saviour always nigh? And when at home we there retrace
The path he led us here,
Things that we can not now explain
Will then be all made clear.
And in his own bright home above
Fully will he reveal his love.
—Selected.