The God of Love Will Sure Indulge

The God of love will sure in­dulge

The flow­ing tear

the heav­ing sigh

When right­eous per­sons fall around

When ten­der friends and kin­dred die.

Yet not one anx­ious mur­mur­ing thought

Should with our mourn­ing pass­ions blend;

Nor should our bleed­ing hearts for­get

Th’al­migh­ty ev­er liv­ing Friend.

Parent

pro­tect­or

guard­ian

guide!

Thou art each ten­der name in one.

On Thee we cast our ev­ery care

And com­fort seek from Thee alone.

Our Fa­ther God

to Thee we look

Our rock

our por­tion

and our friend!

And on Thy gra­cious love and truth

Our sink­ing souls shall still de­pend.