1 Ye trembling souls! dismiss your fears,
Be mercy all your theme;
Mercy, which like a river flows
In one continued stream.
2 Fear not the pow'rs of earth and hell:
God will these powers restrain;
His mighty arm their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.
3 Fear not the want of outward good:
He still for his provide,
Grants them supplies of daily food,
And gives them heav'n beside.
4 Fear not, that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone:
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.
5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Nor death's tremendous sting:
He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.
6 You in his wisdom, pow'r, and grace,
May confidently trust:
His wisdom guides, his pow'r protects,
His grace rewards the just.
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First Line: | Ye trembling souls! dismiss your fears |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Of God: Providence of God |