When cares are many
And hope is one;
And burdens rainy
The war is won.
The heart will start
To heat with fear;
Don’t bother hearing
The echoes of jeer.
The heart may weep
From day to night;
The mind may leap
The metes at sight.
Amid your plight
Stand by your heart;
You will feel right
Cares will depart.
Trusting in God
Will help you find,
With his true rod
The peace of mind.
Lift up your eyes
Pray to the lord,
Out of the skies
Well-timed accord.