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?
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]
Source: Showers of Blessing #131
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Sacred Trio: comprising Redemption Songs, Showers of Blessing, the Joyful Sound #439||He Hath Borne them All||O my soul, why art thou troubled||[O my soul, why art thou troubled]||Fanny J. Crosby||1889|
|Showers of Blessing #131||He Hath Borne them All||O my soul, why art thou troubled||[O my soul, why art thou troubled]||Fanny J. Crosby||1888|
|The Sacred Trio: comprising Redemption Songs, Showers of Blessing, The Joyful Sound (Word ed.) #439||Think how great his loving kindness||O my soul, why art thou troubled||Fanny J. Crosby||1892||Consolation ||