Belov’d of Jesus, whence thy fear,
Thy frequent sigh, thy dropping tear?
Should not this thought thy spirit cheer,
He cares for thee?

Thy way, I know, is strange and new,
Thy dear ones gone, thy helpers few;
But still this word remaineth true —
He cares for thee!

Thy work is great, thy strength is small,
And thoughts of failure on thee fall;
But in thy weakness on Him call,
He cares for thee!

Whate’er thy tim’rous heart may say,
Whate’er thy feelings, night or day,
Should all seem joining to betray —
He cares for thee!

He goes with thee, thy steps to guide,
Thy wounds to heal, thy sins to hide;
Then call on Him, whate’er betide,
He cares for thee!

His love how great no tongue can tell;
He died to save thy soul from hell;
No wife nor mother loves so well; —
He cares for thee!

Belov’d of Jesus, trust Him still,
Thy lot to choose, thy cup to fill;
Let no dark thoughts thy spirit chill —
He cares for thee!

-John Milne, The Life of John Milne by Horatius Bonar, Banner of Truth Trust, 260-261.