Scripture Verse

His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22–23


Augustus M. Toplady (1740–1778)
National Portrait Gallery


Words: Au­gus­tus M. Top­la­dy, in the Gos­pel Ma­ga­zine, De­cem­ber 1774.

Music: Tre­wen Da­vid E. Ev­ans (1843–1913) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

David E. Evans (1843–1913)


A so­ver­eign pro­tect­or I have,
Unseen, yet for­ev­er at hand,
Unchangeably faith­ful to save,
Almighty to rule and com­mand.
He smiles, and my com­forts abound;
His grace as the dew shall des­cend;
And walls of sal­va­tion sur­round
The soul He de­lights to de­fend.

Inspirer and hear­er of pray­er,
Thou shep­herd and guard­ian of Thine,
My all to Thy cov­en­ant care
I sleep­ing and wak­ing re­sign.
If Thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no dark­ness to me;
And fast as my mo­ments roll on,
They bring me but near­er to Thee.

Kind au­thor, and ground of my hope,
Thee, Thee, for my God I avow;
My glad Eb­en­ez­er set up,
And own Thou hast helped me till now.
I muse on the years that are past,
Wherein my de­fense Thou hast proved;
Nor wilt Thou re­linq­uish at last
A sin­ner so sig­nal­ly loved!