1 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear!
Thy great Provider still is near;
Who fed thee last, will feed thee still;
Be calm, and sink into his will.
2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
Ask and receive in Jesus' name.
3 His stores are open all, and free
To such as truly upright be;
Water and bread he'll give for food,
With all things else which he sees good.
4 Your sacred hairs, which are so small,
By God himself are numbered all;
This truth he's published all abroad,
That men may learn to trust the Lord.
5 The ravens daily he doth feed,
And sends them food as they have need;
Although they nothing have in store,
Yet as they lack he gives them more.
6 Then do not seek, with anxious care,
What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear;
Your heavenly Father will you feed;
He knows that all these things you need.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #127
First Line: | Peace, troubled soul! Thou need'st not fear, Thy great provider still is near |
Title: | He Careth For You |
Author: | Samuel Ecking |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear. (Confidence.] We have found this hymn in two forms. The first is in the Pocket Hymn Book, York, Spence, 5th ed., 1786 (possibly earlier), No. 183, in 8 stanzas of 4 lines. This passed into the American collections. The second form begins "Peace, peace, my soul, thou need'st not fear," and is appended to Sermon ii. on Matt. vi. 33, in S. Ecking's posthumous Essays on Grace, &c, Liverpool, W. Jones, 1806, in 7 stanzas of 4 lines. Neither is in the Gospel Magazine, 1779.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)