A Song of Joy

EMILY F. SEAL

There sings in my heart from day to day
A joyous thought which clings alway,
And lifts me above earth's cares and fears,
Till I seek no more the place of tears
But find my hope to courage grown,
Remembering Love's sure care for His own.

He cares—our Father—for every child;
Not one is left in the wilderness wild,
But is led to pastures green, beside
The living waters, so still, so wide.
Not a far-off God on a golden throne,
But a Father who cares for His very own.

The scepter of Love is over us all,
Touching each child at the faintest call;
So my heart sings on from hour to hour,
A song of sweetness and of power,—
Growing in fullness and swelling tone,—
God always, always cares for His own!

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