CCCXL. GOD's Care a Remedy for ours.

HOW gentle GOD'S Commands!
How kind his Precepts are!
"Come, cast your Burdens on the LORD,
"And trust his constant Care".

While Providence supports,
Let Saints securely dwell;
That Hand, which bears all Nature up,
Shall guide his Children well.

Why should this anxious Load
Press down your weary Mind?
Haste to your heav'nly Father's Throne,
And sweet Refreshment find.

His Goodness stands approv'd
Down to the present Day;
I'll drop my Burden at his Feet,
And bear a Song away.