Take Not Thought for Food or Raiment

Take not thought for food or rai­ment

Careful one

so anx­iously;

For the King Him­self pro­vid­eth

Food and clothes for thee.

He who dai­ly feeds the spar­rows

He Who clothes the li­lies bright

More than birds and flow­ers holds thee

Precious in His sight.

Wouldst thou give a stone

a ser­pent

To thy plead­ing child for food?

And shall not thy heav’n­ly Fa­ther

Give thee what is good?

On the heart that car­eth for thee

Rest thou then from sor­row free;

For of all most ten­der fa­thers

None so good as He.

Seek thou first His gra­cious pro­mise

Treasure stored in Heav’n above;

So thou may’st en­trust all oth­er

Safely to His love.

Unto Thee

O boun­te­ous Fa­ther

Glory

hon­or

praise be done;

With the Son and Ho­ly Spir­it

God for ev­er One.