See, Where a Tender Mother Fondly Bends

See

where a ten­der mo­ther fond­ly bends

With sweet af­fec­tion o’er her first-born child!

And even thus our Fa­ther’s care ex­tends

O’er all on whom His sav­ing grace hath smiled.

Can He with­draw that ev­er­last­ing love

Which on His own re­deem­èd ones hath shone?

Or can that free

ex­haust­less grace re­move

From those whom He hath chos­en in His Son?

Shall the be­lovèd child His grace hath sealed

Like a sad or­phan dwell on earth for­lorn?

Or would the way of life have been re­vealed

And then a Fa­ther’s guid­ing hand with­drawn?

O child of God! con­fide in sim­ple faith

In Him who watch­es o’er thee from the skies;

Sweetly re­pose on all thy Sav­ior saith

And still to Him lift up thy long­ing eyes.

Gracious Re­deem­er! teach my wait­ing heart

To trust in Thee

when anx­ious cares as­sail;

Thy voice of love can bid all grief de­part

My heav­en­ly Shep­herd’s care can nev­er fail.