1 Child of sorrow, child of care,
Wouldst thou learn thy griefs to bear,
And escape from ev'ry snare,
Trust in God alone!
Human strength is weak and vain,
Let not sin its pow'r regain;
Human ask, and help obtain
From thy Father's throne.

2 Know'st thou not this vale of tears,
Gloomy doubts, distracting fears?
Painful months and sorrowing years?
To the Saviour fly!
He that drank the bitter cup,
Bids thee in his mercy hope;
Let thy prayer be lifted up,
To the throne on high.