Life's Clock
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed:
To lose one's health is more:
To lose one's soul is such a loss
As no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
Live, Love, toil with a will --
Place no faith in 'tomorrow' --
For the clock may then be still.
Why must I bear this pain? I cannot tell,
I only know my Lord does all things well.
And so I trust in God, my All in all,
for He will bring me through, whate'er befall.
Anonymous
God Will Take Care Of You
Civilla Martin
Be not dismayed whate'er betide,
God will take care of you;
beneath his wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
through every day, o'er all the way;
he will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
when dangers fierce your path assail,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
through every day, o'er all the way;
he will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
All you may need he will provide,
God will take care of you;
nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
through every day, o'er all the way;
he will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
lean, weary one, upon his breast,
God will take care of you.
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