Text: | Life of the Soul |
Author: | S. Steele |
1 When sins and fears prevailing, rise,
And fainting hope almost expires;
Jesus to thee I lift mine eyes,
To thee I breathe my soul's desires.
2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord!
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fix'd on thy everlasting word
That word which built the earth and sky!
3 If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives,
Here, let me build, and rest secure.
4 Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes
Shall break a union so divine.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When sins and fears prevailing rise |
Title: | Life of the Soul |
Author: | S. Steele |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Topic: | Son |
Notes: | Public Domain. |