The Voice of Praise ‎#127

127. Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear!

1 Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear!
Thy great Provider still is near;
Who fed thee last, will feed thee still;
Be calm, and sink into his will.

2 The Lord, who built the earth and sky,
In mercy stoops to hear thy cry;
His promise all may freely claim,
Ask and receive in Jesus' name.

3 His stores are open all, and free
To such as truly upright be;
Water and bread he'll give for food,
With all things else which he sees good.

4 Your sacred hairs, which are so small,
By God himself are numbered all;
This truth he's published all abroad,
That men may learn to trust the Lord.

5 The ravens daily he doth feed,
And sends them food as they have need;
Although they nothing have in store,
Yet as they lack he gives them more.

6 Then do not seek, with anxious care,
What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear;
Your heavenly Father will you feed;
He knows that all these things you need.

Text Information

• First Line: Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear!
• Author: Anon.
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Job 38:41
  ;
  Psalm 30:5
• Topic: Attributes of God: Providence; Bounty of God

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