Our Father's Care

1 Not a brooklet floweth
Onward to the sea,
Not a sunbeam gloweth
On it bosom free,
Not a seed unfoldeth
To the gloried sit,
But our Father holdeth
It within His care.

2 Not a flow'ret fadeth,
Not a star grows dim,
Not a cloud o'er-shadeth,
But 'tis marked by Him.
Dream not that thy gladness
God doth fail to see;
Think not in thy sadness
He forgetteth thee.

3 Not a tie is broken,
Not a hope laid low,
Not a farewell spoken,
But or God doth know.
Ev'ry hair is numbered,
Ev'ry tear is weighed
In the changeless balance
Wisest Love has made.

4 Pow'r eternal resteth
In His changeless hand;
Love immortal hasteth,
Swift at His command.
Faith can firmly trust Him
In the darkest hour,
For the key she holdeth
To His love and pow'r.

Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #360