No good can come of it,
E'en though you fret the whole day through,
You can't change things a bit.
The one true source of help, dear friend,
To aid your troubled heart,
Is prayer with God, your heavenly King,
From whom you ne'er must part
If some folks say that it's absurd
To trust your God divine,
Just keep your faith, and smile, and say,
"Come, know this Friend of mine."
For if you really know His love
And never-failing care,
You'll say He lives within your heart,
His grace you'll always share.
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