He sees our thoughts, our wishes knows,
He hears our faintest prayer;
Where'er the faithful Christian goes,
He finds his Father there.

Obedient children need not fear;
God is a faithful friend,
And when no other help is near,
He will deliverance send.

Then fear not hunger, cold, or pain,
But fear to disobey
That power which does your life sustain,
And guards you every day.


"THY WILL BE DONE."

How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One,
With filial love and trust to say,--
"Father, thy will be done!"

We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;
They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

O, let that will, which gave me breath