The God of love will sure indulge
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When righteous persons fall around,
When tender friends and kindred die.
Yet not one anxious murmuring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend;
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Th’almighty ever living Friend.
Parent, protector, guardian, guide!
Thou art each tender name in one.
On Thee we cast our every care,
And comfort seek from Thee alone.
Our Father God, to Thee we look,
Our rock, our portion, and our friend!
And on Thy gracious love and truth
Our sinking souls shall still depend.