O! what can He do with the weak—
Where each for himself, is the cry?
Where the young lions lack what they seek?
Where the feeble are ever pushed by?
Most sad was the question I asked,
As I sat me down lone and dejected;
But the answer was sent me unasked—
An answer I little expected.
“What then can He do with the weak?”
“Why He carries them,” came the reply,
“In His bosom alone you must seek
For the weak who on Him rely.”
He carries the feeble and frail—
Just the ones that the world pushes by;
In His bosom when dangers assail,
He carries the feeble on high.
ML-04/14/1935