1 Lord what a croud of anxious cares,
Disturb this restless breast!
The world's reproach and Satan's snares,
Leave not a moment's rest.
2 The glorious smiles which once I saw
O'er all thy face, are hid;
I feel the sentence of thy law,
And all my comfort's fled.
3 Hast thou not said, that where thy art,
There thine shall surely be?
O seal this promise on my heart,
And say 'twas made for me.
4 Then cares may vex, the world may frown,
They ne'er my peace shall move;
For what can weigh that spirit down,
That feels a Saviour's love?
5 O for a taste, by saving faith,
Of his forgiving grace;
When nature draws its parting breath,
And all its cares shall cease!Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CCLXXX