How sweet, my Saviour, to repose,

How sweet, my Saviour, to repose
On Thine almighty power !
To feel Thy strength upholding me,
Through every trying hour !

Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .
Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .
Casting all . . your care upon Him, . . .
For He careth, He careth for you.

2 It is Thy will that I should cast
My every care on Thee ;
To Thee refer each rising grief,
Each new perplexity ;

3 That I should trust Thy loving care,
And look to Thee alone,
To calm each troubled thought to rest,
In prayer before Thy throne.

4 Why should my heart then be distrest,
By dread of future ill ?
Or why should unbelieving fear
My trembling spirit fill ?