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.