Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark ‎#94

94. God's little child, what troubles you!

God’s little child, what troubles you!
Think of your Heavenly Father true.
He will uphold you by His hand,
None can His might and grace withstand.
The Lord be praised!

Shelter and food and counsel tried
God for His children will provide.
They shall not starve, nor homeless roam,
Children may claim their Father’s home.
The Lord be praised!

Birds with a song toward heaven soar,
Neither they reap nor lay in store,
But where the hoarder dies from need,
Gathers the little bird a seed.
The Lord be praised!

Clad are the flowers in raiment fair,
Wondrous to see on deserts bare.
Neither they spin nor weave nor sew
Yet no king could such beauty show.
The Lord be praised!

Flowers that bloom at break of dawn
Only to die when day is gone,
How can they with the child compare
That shall the Father’s glory share?
The Lord be praised!

God’s little child, do then fore’er
Cast on the Lord your every care.
Trust in His love, His grace and might
Then shall His peace your soul delight.
The Lord be praised!

God will your every need allay
Even tomorrow as yesterday,
And when the sun for you goes down
He will your soul with glory crown.
The Lord be praised!

Text Information

• First Line: God's little child, what troubles you!
• Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872
• Translator: J. C. Aaberg (1945)
• Meter: 8,8,8,8,4
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1945

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