See, where a ten­der mo­ther fond­ly bends,
With sweet af­fec­tion o’er her first-born child!
And even thus our Fa­ther’s care ex­tends
O’er all on whom His sav­ing grace hath smiled.

Can He with­draw that ev­er­last­ing love,
Which on His own re­deemè­d ones hath shone?
Or can that free, ex­haust­less grace re­move
From those whom He hath chos­en in His Son?

Shall the be­lovèd child His grace hath sealed,
Like a sad or­phan dwell on earth for­lorn?
Or would the way of life have been re­vealed,
And then a Fa­ther’s guid­ing hand with­drawn?

O child of God! con­fide in sim­ple faith
In Him who watch­es o’er thee from the skies;
Sweetly re­pose on all thy Sav­ior saith,
And still to Him lift up thy long­ing eyes.

Gracious Re­deem­er! teach my wait­ing heart
To trust in Thee, when anx­ious cares as­sail;
Thy voice of love can bid all grief de­part,
My hea­ven­ly Shep­herd’s care can ne­ver fail.