If to Jesus for relief

My soul has fled by prayer;

Why should I give way to grief,

Or heart-consuming care?

Are not all things in his hand?

Has he not his promise past?

Will he then regardless stand

And let me sink at last?

While I know his providence

Disposes each event;

Shall I judge by feeble sense,

And yield to discontent?

If he worms and sparrows feed,

Clothe the grass in rich array;

Mt 6:26-30

Can he see a child in need,

And turn his eye away?

When his name was quite unknown,

And sin my life employed;

Then he watched me as his own,

Or I had been destroyed:

Now his mercy-seat I know,

Now by grace am reconciled;

Would he spare me while a foe,

Rom 5:10

To leave me when a child?