Faith is a living pow'r from heaven Which grasps the promise God has given; Securely fixed on Christ alone, A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.
2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need To save and strengthen, guide and feed; Strong in his grace, it joys to share His cross, in hope his crown to wear.
3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace, And bids the mourner's sighing cease; By faith the children's right we claim, And call upon our Father's name.
4 Such faith in us, O God, implant, And to our prayers thy favor grant; In Jesus Christ, thy saving Son, Who is our fount of health alone.
My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!"
2 If thou should'st call me to resign What most I prize--it ne'er was mine-- I only yield thee what was thine-- "Thy will be done!"
3 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God! to thee I leave the rest-- "Thy will be done!"
4 Renew my will from day to day; Blend it with thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!"
5 Then, when on earth I breathe no more The pray'r, oft mixed with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore, "Thy will be done!"
Oh! what, if we are Christ's, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross.
2 Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below.
3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest in perfect love.
4 Lord! may that grace be ours, Like them, in faith, to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here.
The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me, in his own right way, For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
Here I can firmly rest; I dare to boast of this, That God, the highest and the best, My Friend and Father is.