GOD'S CARE.
NOT a brooklet floweth
Onward to the sea,
Not a sunbeam gloweth
On its bosom free,
Not a seed unfoldeth
To the glorious air,
But our Father holdeth
It within his care.
Not a flower fadeth,
Not a star grows dim,
Not a cloud o'ershadoweth,
But 'tis marked by him.
Dream not that thy gladness
God doth fail to see;
Think not in thy sadness
He forgetteth thee.
Not a tie is broken,
Not a hope laid low,
Not a farewell spoken,
But our God doth know;
Every hair is numbered,
Every tear is weighed
In the changeless balance
Wisest love has made.
Power eternal resteth
In his changeless hand;
Love immortal hasteth
Swift at his command.
Faith can firmly trust him
In the darkest hour,
For the key she holdeth
To his love and power