[Cast] all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 721.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Old age, with all its sickly train,
Soon makes its dread approach;
Languor, debility and pain,
Life’s gaieties have charms no more,
Its pleasures but appall:
The busy scenes and toils are o’er,
The honey turned to gall.
The lucid orbs of vision fail,
And give a glimmering light;
Successive clouds of grief prevail,
Transforming day to night.
Associates and friends once dear,
On earth are known no more;
Minds uncongenial now appear,
A race unknown before.
How dark the scene, how full of woe,
Alas for hoary age;
Yet grace will still a balm bestow,
Their sorrows to assuage.
There is a friend who still abides,
More dear than all that’s lost:
And he who in this friend confides,
May yet of comforts boast.
’Tis Jesus, who will ne’er forsake,
But make His friends His care;
To Him your griefs and sorrows take,
And He your griefs will share.
Soon will He bring your weary feet
To His eternal rest;
Then shall your joys be all complete,
When in His mansion blessed.