Tuesday, November 3, 2020

The rock that naught can move



If thou but suffer God to guide thee
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee,
And bear thee through the evil days.
Who trust in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the rock that naught can move.
Only be still and wait His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
To take whate'er thy Father’s pleasure
And all deserving love hath sent,
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.
Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving,
So do thine own part faithfully,
And trust His Word: though undeserving,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee.
God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted Him indeed.

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