1 When can it mean? Is it aught to Him
That the nights are long and the days are dim?
Can He be touch’d by the griefs I bear
Which sadden the heart, making white the hair?
‘Mid bliss unruffled by earthly strife,
How can He care for my little life?
2 And yet I want Him to care for me
While I walk this world where the sorrows be;
When lights are down from the path I take,
When strength is gone and my friends forsake,
When life song changes to sobbing pray’rs,
Then my heart cries out for a God who cares.
3 Wondrous story of deathless love!
Ev’ry child is dear to the heart above.
He fights for me when I cannot fight,
He comforts me in the gloom of night,
He lifts the burden, for He is strong,
He stills the sigh and awakes the song.
4 All that are sad, take new heart again!
Ye are not alone in your hour of pain.
The Father stoops from His throne above
To comfort His saints with a Father’s love.
Can it be trouble when He doth share?
O rest in peace, for your Lord does care.