Often When We Sit and Ponder

Often when we sit and pon­der

O’er the cares that life may bring

We can on­ly look to Je­sus

Our Re­deem­er and our king;

Tho’ sore tri­als may sur­round us

Or our way may be more smooth

’Tis by bless­ings or af­flict­ions

That He doth our mo­tives prove.

While mis­takes are ev­er near us

And our mo­tives miss their aim

We should not become dis­cour­aged

But be­lieve that Christ

the same

Yesterday

to­day

to­mor­row

Will for­give us if we come

With a heart of god­ly sor­row

And an hon­est

plead­ing tongue.

Disappointments may sur­round us

Chastenings may come sev­ere

But we have the bless­èd pro­mise

That a com­fort­er is near;

Whom the Lord loves He will chast­en

And He scourg­eth eve­ry son

Who

re­ceived thus in­to glo­ry

Ever says

His will be done.

In our up­ward

pilg­rim jour­ney

May we to each oth­er show

Love un­change­able

un­fad­ing

That in peace we on­ward go;

Till the sum­mons at death’s por­tals

Shall our wea­ry eye­lids close

Then we meet those gone

im­mor­tal

Who are free from cares and woes.