Solace

When our minds are in a tu­mult

And the world seems go­ing wrong

When our nerves are chafed and fret­ted

And the day is far too long

When each mo­ment seems a bur­den

And this life too hard to bear

We can tell it all to Je­sus

He will ev­ery bur­den share.

When the tired lit­tle child­ren

Seek their mo­ther’s close em­brace

And with fret­ful cries and mur­murs

Look into her lov­ing face

They are soothed with fond ca­ress­es

Comforted in shel­ter­ing arms;

Soon are fled their child­ish tri­als

Soon for­got the day’s al­arms.

Can we not

like lit­tle child­ren

Tell our doubts and fears to Him?

He will lead us thro’ life’s maz­es

With sight clear

where ours is dim.

Oh! the bless­èd peace of know­ing

We are safe in His dear hands!

All our poor mis­takes and fail­ures

We are sure He un­der­stands.