The cares of the day oft per­plex us,
The path­way we tread oft seems bare;
The sun seems to shine but for oth­ers,
There seems to be no one to care;
But some­one is watch­ing our foot­steps,
He’s guid­ing us o’er the dark way;
His love, like the glo­ri­ous sun­shine,
Will drive all the sha­dows away.

That life which the sun ne­ver brighten­ed,
With mi­se­ry and pain ev­ery­where,
May reach out in faith and may find Him
Who waits ev­ery sor­row to share.
He holds out His hands pierced and wound­ed,
He knows of the bur­den each day;
He’ll take all the thorns from our path­way,
And drive all the sha­dows away.

There’s no one can help us like Je­sus,
No bur­den’s too hea­vy for Him;
He wants ev­ery life filled with sun­shine;
With light that shall ne­ver grow dim.
And dai­ly He’s watch­ing our foot­steps,
And lead­ing us all the lone way;
We’ll trust in His dear lov­ing kind­ness,
To drive all the sha­dows away.