I need not trouble for the morrow,
For I am in my Father’s care;
He will go with me as I journey,
For all my need He will prepare.
I know that He provides the lilies,
His eye each falling sparrow sees;
And so my soul will fear no evil,
For I am more to Him than these.
I need not either thirst or hunger;
His grace will never be denied;
He leads me to the living waters;
His daily manna is supplied.
I need not an abiding city,
I can tarry but a night;
My heart, my treasure, are in Heaven,
My raiment is a robe of white.
O may my faith increase before Him,
My service here His blessing gain;
Let me seek first my Father’s kingdom,
For all beside must be in vain!