When the way seems steep and rugged,
And the day is dark and cold;
When the little sheep has wandered
From the shepherd's shelt'ring fold;
Oh, 'tis blessed to remember
That wherever we may roam,
There's a tender voice still calling,
"He is mindful of His own."
Though we make our bed in heaven,
Or in depths of bitt'rest hell,
In the mountains, on the desert,
'Neath church dome, in prison cell,
In the midst of friends and loved ones,
Or when far away from home,
What a comfort to remember,
"He is mindful of His own!"
In the strife of daily living,
While we're conquering griefs and fears,
Still we see Truth's banner waving
As the smoke of battle clears.
We can hear the captain shouting,
In a loud and joyful tone,
"Onward! Upward! Christian soldiers!
God is mindful of His own."
