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O Lord, how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest, And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best!
2
Could we but kneel and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God, Then rise with lightened cheer, Sure that the Father, who is nigh To still the famished raven's cry, Will hear in that we fear!
3
Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lesson learns from birds and flowers; Make them from self to cease, Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace.