Heart, Why are you sad; when Jesus wants to make you glad?
There's no need to be bowed down with care,
Behold, the weather is fair.
Soul, why grieve thee so; when thou art the LORD's loving roe?
Behold, the fields blooming with flower,
In God's grace there is power
Tears, why must you flow; in the midst where the Lebanon Cedars grow?
Behold, the birds sing his praise,
There's healing in the Sun's holy rays.
Child, why do ye thirst; near the brooks where clear water doth flow?
Behold the Shepherd stands near,
to His loving breast holdeth thee dear.
Author: Liz VC