Excerpt from Lyrics of the Soul Each Child of Thine thus cries to Thee Take care of me. There are so many things to fear, I am afraid to walk alone, I see so many perils near, And weak and weary I have grown Dear Lord, I lift my heart to Thee, Take care of me. I face the sunset wearily, Take care of me. I see no triumphs I have won, And now the hour is very late, I falter where I used to run, How shall I reach my city-gate? Dear Lord, I put my trust in Thee, Take care of me. Before me waits death's mystery, Take care of me. I know I need not be afraid, Thou wilt be near as Thou hast been, And faithful souls are not dismayed, So I will meet the Closing scene With one calm, trustful cry to Thee, Take care of me. Dear Lord, regard my wistful plea, Take care of me; Uphold me in the rugged way, Be always with me in the night, Grant me strength equal to the day, And let me live with Thee in light. My Saviour, thus I cry to Thee, Take care of me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.