I will not worry, Jesus,
along life's dreary way,
for though I fear,
Thou walkest near,
beside me, day by day.
I will not worry, Jesus
though skies turn stormy grey,
for every care
that I must bear,
beneath Thy cross, I lay.
I will not worry, Jesus,
as daylight fades away,
Thy guiding light
burns pure and bright,
till night gives way to day.
I will not worry, Jesus,
though death must pass my way,
Thy mighty hand
will help me stand
before Judgment Day.
Alvin Finkelstein
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