If God Himself be for me,
I may a hist defy;
For when I pray, before me
My foes confounded fly.
This I believe - yea, rather
Of this I make my boast -
That God is my dear Father,
The Friend who loves me most.
And that, whate'er betide me,
My Saviour is at hand,
Through stormy seas to guide me,
And bring me safe to land.
I build on this foundation,
That Jesus and his blood
Alone are my salvation,
The true, eternal good.
His Holy Spirit dwelleth
Within my willing heart,
Tames it, when it rebelleth,
And smooths the keenest smart;
And when my soul is lying
Weak, trembling and oppressed,
He pleads with groans and sighing
That cannot be expressed.
To mine His Spirit speaketh
Sweet words of soothing power,
How God, for him that seeketh
For rest, hath rest in store:
There God Himself prepareth
My heritage and lot,
And though my body weareth,
My heaven shall fail me not.
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