Don't Worry (about food or what you are to wear)

This is a folk-style hymn about trusting in God's providence.

It was written by American Roman Catholic Medical Mission Sister Miriam Therese Winter (b 1938), most likely inspired by Matthew 6.

It was originally published in her 1965 collection and recording "I Know the Secret", bud does not appear to have been published since. However it has been released by Mack Bailey (see below), and was quoted (with updated lyrics) in Winter's 2013 book The Singer and the Song: An Autobiography of the Spirit.


Jesus bathed in light, captioned Don't Worry


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Examples

Singer with guitar, live in a church service:


Original recording:


Original recording with images:


Singer with piano:


Lyrics

The lyrics are copyright so cannot be reproduced here. But they are currently available on this website.

The song starts with a five-line chorus, and this is repeated after each of the three verses. A rough outline is:

Chorus: Don't worry about food or what you are to wear;
Is life not more precious by far?
Christ clothes you in his image
and feeds you with his flesh,
and loves you as you are.

Lord,hear me, I'm hungry once again ...

Lord, I drink, and still I thirst for more ...

Lord, I’m a pauper before the throne of God ...

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Chorus: Don't worry about food or what you are to wear; Is life not more precious by far? Christ clothes you in his image and feeds you with his flesh, and loves you as you are. 2 Lord,hear me, I'm hungry once again, I have had a craving since before the world began. Where shall I find bread, That I may eat my fill, And feed my weakening will. Lord, I drink, and still I thirst for more; I hear your living water rushing past my door. Give me to drink, assuage my burning thirst, And leave my soul immersed. 3 Lord, I’m a pauper before the throne of God. I am in tatters, and my feet are unshod. I would have virtue to hide my nakedness. Lord, who will give me dress?

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