Through the love of God our Saviour, All will be well: Free and changeless is his favor; All, all is well: Precious is the blood that healed us; Perfect is the grace that sealed us; Strong the hand stretched out to shield us; All must be well;
2 Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well: Ours is such a full salvation; All, all is well: Happy, still in God confiding, Fruitful, if in Christ abiding, Holy, through the Spirit’s guiding, All must be well.
3 We expect a bright to-morrow; All will be well; Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All, all is well; On our Father’s love relying, Jesus every need supplying, Or in living, or in dying, All must be well.
788 4s & 6s. Trust in God amid perils.
In time of fear, When trouble’s near, I look to thine abode; Though helpers fail, And foes prevail, I’ll put my trust in God.
2 And what is life But toil and strife? What terror has the grave? Thine arm of power, In peril’s hour, The trembling soul will save.
3 In darkest skies, Though storms arise, I will not be dismayed: O God of light, And boundless might, My soul on thee is stayed!
789 11s. Acquaint now thyself with him. Job. 22:21.
Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road; And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
2 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God; And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path; Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
790 11s. Heb. 12:2.
O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore, Look off unto Jesus; now sorrow no more: The light of his countenance shineth so bright, That here, as in heaven, there need be no night.
2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can not fear; I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; I know that his presence my safeguard will be, For, “Why are you troubled?” he saith unto me.
3 Still looking to Jesus, O, may I be found, When Jordan’s dark waters encompass me round: They bear me away in his presence to be; I see him still nearer whom always I see.
4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and grace Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; Shall know how his love went before me each day, And wonder that ever my eyes turned away.
791 10s. Complete in Christ.
Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest; Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in his sheltering breast, Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come: With him I found a home, a rest divine; And I since then am his, and he is mine.
2 Yes! he is mine! and nought of earthly things, Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power, The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings, Could tempt me to forego his love an hour. Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine! Go! I my Saviour’s am, and he is mine.
3 The good I have is from his stores supplied; The ill is only what he deems the best; He for my Friend, I’m rich with nought beside; And poor without him, though of all possest: Changes may come; I take, or I resign; Content, while I am his, while he is mine.
792 11s. Precious promises.
How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he has said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth; At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, As your days may demand, so your succor shall be.
3 Fear not—I am with you; O be not dismayed! I, I am your God, and will still give you aid; I’ll strengthen you, help you, and cause you to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
4 When through the deep waters I cause you to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not you o’erflow; For I will be with you, your troubles to bless, And sanctify to you your deepest distress.
5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply: The flame shall not hurt you: I only design Your dross to consume, and your gold to refine.
6 E’en down to old age all my people shall prove My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn, Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne.
7 The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose, I will not, I can not, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never—no, never—no, never forsake!
793 10s. Rejoicing in hope. Rom. 12:12.