Casting All Your Care upon Him

When from a world of tumult we retreat,
To commune with the Lord in secret prayer,
We often bring our burdens to His feet
Who bids us cast on Him our every care.

We do, but find that we have failed to leave them there;
So when again the busy world we meet,
We lack that peace of God so truly sweet,
Which comes of telling God our wants in prayer.

Oh, let us " roll our burdens on the Lord "
And leave them there, although our way be dim,
His peace our lot, our care consign'd to Him.
His grace accepts and now sustains our load.
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