Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time: Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you. 1 Peter 5:6–7
When our minds are in a tumult,
And the world seems going wrong,
When our nerves are chafed and fretted,
And the day is far too long,
When each moment seems a burden,
And this life too hard to bear,
We can tell it all to Jesus,
He will every burden share.
When the tired little children
Seek their mother’s close embrace,
And with fretful cries and murmurs
Look into her loving face,
They are soothed with fond caresses,
Comforted in sheltering arms;
Soon are fled their childish trials,
Soon forgot the day’s alarms.
Can we not, like little children,
Tell our doubts and fears to Him?
He will lead us thro’ life’s mazes
With sight clear, where ours is dim.
Oh! the blessèd peace of knowing
We are safe in His dear hands!
All our poor mistakes and failures
We are sure He understands.