1 Carry all your woe to Jesus,
Cast your cares upon the One
Who is guiding still in pity
All who trust him ‘neath the sun;
Tho’ He chastens, ‘tis in mercy,
For He doeth all things well;
O! His boundless love to save us
None may fathom, none can tell.
2 When the tiny buds are taken
To transplant in fairer clime,
When the ripen’d grains is lying
Prostrate by the hand of time,
When the ones we fain would cherish
Leave for Paradise and home,
Can we ever moan or murmur
Though in sadness we must roam?
3 When we trust His word of promise,
And it holds for us such charms,
Can we tremble when beneath us
Are the everlasting arms?
Can we not accept His measures
With a trusting, thankful heart,
Tho’ He metes out joy and sorrow
As our portion, as our part?
4 Nearer, dearest heav’nly Father,
Let us lean upon Thy breast;
Let us feet Thine arms about us,
For as children we would rest;
We would feel Thy presence ever
Overshadowing the way,
‘Till the storms of life are ended,
And the mists all clear’d away.
Born: February 5, 1854, New Marlborough, Connecticut.
Died: October 13, 1916, Manhattan, Kansas.
Daughter of Mr. and Edward A. Pixley, but orphaned as an infant, Laura was adopted by her aunt, then Mrs. Hiram Mabie, who at the time lived in New York. In 1858, the Mabie family moved to a farm south of where Wamego, Kansas, now stands. Two years after the move, Mr. Mabie died, and his wife resumed teaching.
In 1860, Mrs. Mabie accepted a position in Topeka, Kansas, where she taught many years. Under her tutelage, Laura received her education. As early as age 12, Laura was writing rhymes, and two years later her poems began to appear in local newspapers. She had no thought of a literary career; she simply wrote… Go to person page >