Scripture Verse

His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22–23


Eliza E. Hewitt (1851–1920)

Words: Eli­za E. Hew­itt, in Gos­pel Prais­es, ed­it­ed by Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick, J. Lin­coln Hall & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1899), num­ber 150.

Music: Croy­don (Ching) Sam­uel Ching, in Re­demp­tion Songs (Lon­don: Pick­er­ing & In­glis, prob­ab­ly ear­ly 20th Cen­tu­ry) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know when the mu­sic was writ­ten, or where to get a good photo of Ching (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


God will take care of me;
Here I will rest,
Trusting His pro­mise true,
Safe on His breast.
Changeful may be my lot,
His mer­cy chang­eth not;
No child of His for­got,
In Je­sus, blest.

God will take care of me,
Hushing my fear;
When dang­ers ’round I see,
His voice I hear;
Then let my soul be brave,
High though the wind and wave,
Greater His power to save,
Tenderly near.

God will take care of me,
Holding the helm;
Storms that may sweep the sea
Will not o’erwhelm.
Soon, ev­ery bil­low passed,
I shall my an­chor cast,
Safe, safe at home at last,
In joy’s bright realm.