Because I live, ye shall live also. John 14:19
When sins and fears prevailing rise,
And fainting hope almost expires;
Jesus, to Thee I lift my eyes,
To Thee I breathe my soul’s desires.
Art Thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on Thy everlasting word,
That word which built the earth and sky?
If my immortal Savior lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives,
Here let me build, and rest secure.
Here, let my faith unshaken dwell,
Immovable the promise stands;
Nor all the powers of earth or hell,
Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands.
Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.