VISITATION OF THE SICK. *^ I look for the Lord ; viy soul doth wait for
hi7n ; in his word is my trust ^'' [L. M; T) E Still, my heart, these anxious cares T) E Still, my heart, these anxious cares
-'-^ To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;
They cast dishonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought safely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ?
How canst thou want if he provide.
Or lose thy way with such a guide ?
3 When first before his mercy-seat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;
He gave thee warrant from that hour,
To trust his wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall.
And he refuse to hear thy call ?
And has he not his promise passed,
That thou shalt overcome at last ?
5 Though rough and thorny be the road.
It leads thee home apace to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America (Rev. ed.) #249