Fixed upon God as on a rock,
The humble soul no terror knows;
In vain the tempest’s mighty shock
Rages against its calm repose.
If Satan whisper thoughts of dread,
And strive to fill the soul with doubt,
True: but Jesus bled,
And every sin is blotted out.
Though neither vine nor olive bear,
The herd be severed from the stall,
Faith sees eternal love e’en there,
And glorifies her God in all.
Though pain and sharp disease invade,
And mind and body suffer long,
Faith finds His grace sufficient aid,
And e’en in feebleness is strong.
In life, in death, while fixed on Thee,
Eternal all sufficient aid,
I would not doubt Thy wise decree,
But trust and never be afraid.