The Lord Is My Refuge

Verse 1

Why is my heart with grief oppress? Can all the pains I feel or fear Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest, Forget that God, thy God is near?

Verse 2

Mortality's unnumber'd ills Are all beneath his sov'reign hand; Each pain, which this frail body feels, Attends, obedient, his command.

Verse 3

Lord, form my temper to thy will! If thou my faith and patience prove, May ev'ry painful stroke fulfil The purposes of faithful love!

Verse 4

O may this weak, this fainting mind A Father's hand adoring see; Confess thee just, and wise, and kind, And trust thy word, and cleave to thee!