Casting all your Care on Jesus.
By L. E. Millne
AND wilt thou, O my Saviour, bear
This weary, weary weight of care ?
O may I in thy bosom rest,
And with thy presence e'er be blest? Oh refuge sweet, to me how dear,
Oh what, my fainting heart would cheer,
Amid my foes, who press me sore,
Without my Lord whom I adore, Though friends unkind do me oppress,
Thou art, O Lord, my righteousness,
In thee a refuge do I find,
A solace for my fainting mind. A kind physician to my soul,
Thou mak'st my wounded spirit whole;
In my afflictions thou dost share,
And by thy help the cross I'll bear. For by the cross a crown is won,
That shall outshine the dazzling sun,
And glorious robes all pure and bright,
Shall deck us in that world of light.
L. E. Millne.
Shabbona, Ills.