What can it mean? is it ought to Him
That the nights are long and the days are dim?
Can He be touched by the griefs I bear-
which sadden the heart and whiten the hair?
Around His throne are eternal calms,
and strong glad music of happy psalms,
and bliss unruffled by any strife;
How can He care for my poor life?
And yet I want Him to care for me,
while I live in this world where sorrows be,
when the light dies down on the path I take,
when strength is feeble and friends forsake;
when love and music that once did bless
Have left me to silence and loneliness;
And my life’s song changes to sobbing prayer-
then my heart cries out for a God who cares.
When shadows hang o’er me the whole day long;
and my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong;
When I am not good, and the deeper shade
of conscious sin makes my heart afraid;
and the busy world has too much to do
to stay it’s course to help me through,
And I long for a Savior, can it be…
that the God of the universe cares for me?
Let all who are sad take heart again;
we are not alone in our hours of pain,
Our Father stoops from His throne above
to soothe and quiet us with His love.
He leaves us not when the storm is high,
and we have safety for He is nigh;
can it be trouble which He doth share?
Oh, rest in peace for the Lord does care.