Showers of Blessing ‎#131

131. He Hath Borne them All

1 O my soul, why art thou troubled,
When so dear a friend is thine?
Unto him without a murmur
Wilt thou not thy all resign?

Refrain:
Think how great his loving kindness,
Blessings past with joy recall;
Though thy life may have its trials,
He thy Lord hath borne them all.

2 Cling to him, thy only refuge
From the stormy winds that blow;
Cling to him whose hand hath led thee
By a way thou did’st not know. [Refrain]

3 Peace he leaves, his peace he gives thee,
He who said, be not afraid;
Bids thee now fulfil thy mission,
In his robe of strength arrayed. [Refrain]

4 Lift thine eyes, there’s light before thee!
Haste to catch its early rays;
Let thy harp awake the morning
With a song of grateful praise. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: O my soul, why art thou troubled
• Title: He Hath Borne them All
• Author: Fanny J. Crosby
• Refrain First Line: Think how great his loving kindness
• Publication Date: 1888
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [O my soul, why art thou troubled]
• Composer: Wm. J. Kirkpatrick
• Notes: Public Domain.