Heart of care and fret and worry,
Eyes that strain and feet that hurry,
Rest in Love! Anxiety
Never was true piety.
Naught can bar His holy purpose—
Let the truth unfold!
Are material sources waning?
See, a well of deep sustaining!
In your thought, if love abide,
Nothing can His fullness hide.
Naught can bar His holy purpose—
Let the truth unfold!
Lift your eyes, the angel legions
Reach to thought's remotest regions,
Bringing joy and peace untold.
Open wide the gates of gold!
Naught can bar His holy purpose—
See the truth unfold!
