Fountainview Academy - God Will Take Care of You Lyrics
Lyrics
Be not dismayed whate'er betide,
God will take care of you;
Beneath His wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o'er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
Through days of toil when heart doth fail,
God will take care of you;
When dangers fierce your path assail,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o'er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
All you may need He will provide,
God will take care of you;
Nothing you ask will be denied,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o'er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
No matter what may be the test,
God will take care of you;
Lean, weary one, upon His breast,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o'er all the way;
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
Video
God Will Take Care of You | The Great Controversy | Fountainview Academy
Meaning & Inspiration
Fountainview Academy’s rendition of “God Will Take Care of You” serves as a sobering lesson in endurance. If I were sitting at my desk, slashing lines with a red pen, I’d tell them to lose the repetition of the chorus. It’s overkill. The listener gets the point after the first time; repeating it three more times doesn’t heighten the conviction—it just stretches the patience. We don’t need the song to hover in place; we need it to move with us.
However, amidst that repetitive loop, there is a singular line that stops the clock: “Through days of toil when heart doth fail.”
Most hymns paint a picture of a triumphant believer charging into the fray. This line does the opposite. It admits to the physiological and spiritual collapse—that moment where your internal resources simply run dry. It touches on the reality described in Psalm 73:26, where the flesh and heart faint, and God remains the “strength of my heart and my portion forever.” We aren't being promised a breezy afternoon; we are being promised a lifeline precisely when our own capacity to care for ourselves has expired.
The Power Line here is: “Lean, weary one, upon His breast.”
It works because it shifts the posture from standing to surrendering. You cannot lean while you are still trying to hold yourself up. It’s an invitation to stop the posturing and let the weight of your life rest on something larger. It’s an admission that you are tired, and perhaps, that you have no business carrying the load you’ve been lugging around.
There is a strange, unsettling tension in this. We sing these words while our bank accounts are low, or our relationships are fractured, or the diagnosis comes back wrong. It feels almost naive in the face of “dangers fierce.” Does God really take care of us in the way we want? Or is the care strictly about the preservation of the soul while the life around us crumbles?
Listening to this version, you realize it doesn't offer a quick fix. It offers a promise that holds up only if you are willing to admit you are failing. It’s a quiet, unglamorous truth. It isn't a promise of a pain-free life; it’s a promise of companionship during the ruin. Sometimes that’s not enough to make the fear go away, but it’s enough to keep you standing for another hour. And in the middle of a hard week, that might be all the theology we can handle.