Why sinks my weak desponding mind?
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind?
Am I not safe if God is nigh?
He holds all nature in his hand;
That gracious hand, on which I live.
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.
My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave;
A present help in times of need,
Still kind to hear, and strong to save.
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind?
Am I not safe if God is nigh?
He holds all nature in his hand;
That gracious hand, on which I live.
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.
My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave;
A present help in times of need,
Still kind to hear, and strong to save.
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