More Than These

I need not trou­ble for the mor­row

For I am in my Fa­ther’s care;

He will go with me as I jour­ney

For all my need He will pre­pare.

I know that He pro­vides the li­lies

His eye each fall­ing spar­row sees;

And so my soul will fear no ev­il

For I am more to Him than these.

I need not ei­ther thirst or hun­ger;

His grace will nev­er be de­nied;

He leads me to the liv­ing waters;

His dai­ly man­na is sup­plied.

I need not an abid­ing ci­ty

For I can tar­ry but a night;

My heart

my trea­sure

are in Heav­en

My rai­ment is a robe of white.

O may my faith in­crease be­fore Him

My serv­ice here His bless­ing gain;

Let me seek first my Fa­ther’s king­dom

For all be­side must be in vain!