He Never Forgets His Own

Do you think the Lord for­gets you

Because you must fight and pray

And reap the bit­ter har­vest

You’ve been sow­ing from day to day?

That tho’ you may toil and suf­fer

He nev­er will heed your moan?

That Je­sus the Lord for­gets you?

He nev­er for­gets His own.

Do you think be­cause your heart aches

With ang­uish and cru­el pain

And life’s bright

gold­en sun­shine

Is sha­dowed by storm and rain?

Of mu­sic sub­dued or si­lenced

You hear but the un­der­tone?

That Je­sus the Lord for­gets you?

He nev­er fo­rgets His own.

Do you think be­cause the sor­row

Which all hu­man hearts must know

Has come to claim your dar­ling

The loved one you cher­ished so—

The joy of your life has van­ished

Which fond­ly you called your own—

That Jes­us the Lord forg­ets you?

He nev­er for­gets His own.

Do you think be­cause your loved ones

Lie cold in the grave

and still—

You can­not hear their voic­es

Or work out their care­less will—

The strug­gle you made to­ge­ther

Must now all be fought alone

That Je­sus the Lord for­gets you?

He nev­er for­gets His own.

We are all His blood-bought child­ren;

He holds ev­ery soul as dear

As you do the way­ward ba­by

Who creeps to your heart so near;

And if we would on­ly list­en

We’d hear Him in ten­der­est tone

Fear not

My be­lov­èd child­ren

I nev­er for­get My own.