And bliss unruffled by any strife.
How can he care for my poor life?
And yet I want him to care for me
While I live in this world where the sorrows be;
When the lights die down on the path I take,
When strength is feeble, and friends forsake,
When love and music, that once did bless,
Have left me to silence and loneliness,
And life's song changes to sobbing prayers—
Then my heart cries out for God who cares.