Is God for me? t’oppose me

A thousand may uprise;

When I to pray’r arouse me,

He’ll chase mine enemies.

And doth the Head befriend me,

Am I belov’d by God?

Let foes then rise to rend me,

The wild opposing brood!

I know—from faith none moves me,

I boast—nor feel I shame,

That God as father loves me,

In Him, a friend I claim.

Whene’er the tempest rageth,

At my right hand is He,

Its violence assuageth,

And peace restores to me.

My faith securely buildeth

On Jesus, and His blood;

This, and this only, yieldeth

The true eternal good.

The life that my soul liveth,

Finds nothing on the earth;

What Christ the Saviour giveth

Of all our love is worth.

My Jesus is my Glory,

My Splendour, and clear Light,

Liv’d He not in and for me,

Before God’s eye so bright,

And ’fore His pure throne never

Could I a moment stay,

Must quickly flee for ever,

As wax ’fore fire away.

My Jesus death subdueth,

My sin remitteth quite,

He washeth aad reneweth,

The crimson maketh white.

I joy in Him, can ever

A hero’s courage feel,

And judgment fear dare never,

As though uncleansèd still.

Nought, nought, can e’er condemn me,

My courage take away;

Hell’s flames can ne’er o’erwhelm me,

For me they’re quench’d for aye.

No sentence e’er can move me,

No evil e’er deject,

My Saviour who doth love me,

Doth with His wings protect.

His Spirit in me dwelleth,

And ruleth every pow’r,

All pain and sorrow stilleth,

Dispels all clouds that low’r.

What He in me implanteth,

He blesseth every hour,

Help to say “Father” granteth,

With every ransom’d pow’r.

When heart with terror breaketh,

And weak and worn I feel,

Words whispers He and speaketh

That are unspeakable;

My mouth can frame them never,

To God they are well known,

Who what delights Him ever

Discovers in His own.

His Spirit mine relieveth

With words of comfort blest,

Shows how God succour giveth

To all who seek His rest;

And how a new and golden

Fair city rear’d hath He,

Which here from sight withholden,

My joyful eyes shall see.

My mansion’s there so splendid,

Prepar’d in yonder land;

Though when my course is ended,

I fall—Heav’n still doth stand.

Though care here often saddens

And causeth tears to flow,

My Jesu’s light oft gladdens

And sweetens every woe.

Whoe’er to Jesus bindeth

Himself, doth Satan hate,

He’s troubled much and findeth

His burden sore and great;

To suffer scarce is able,

Disgrace and scorn he meets,

The cross and every trouble

As daily bread he eats.

My mind this clear perceiveth,

Yet am I undismay’d;

To Thee my heart aye cleaveth,

On Thee shall cares be laid.

Though life and limb it cost me

And everything I have,

Unshaken shall I trust Thee,

Thee never shall I leave.

The world may ruin shiver,

Thou liv’st eternally,

Nor sword nor flame shall ever

Divide ’twixt Thee and me.

No thirst nor gnawing hunger,

No pain nor poverty,

Nor mighty prince’s anger

Shall ever hinder me.

No angel, nought that gladdens,

No throne nor majesty,

No love nor aught that saddens,

No grief nor misery,

Nor aught that man discovers,

Be it small or great,

From Thee, my heav’nly Lover’s

Embrace can separate.

My heart with joy is springing,

And sad I cannot be,

’Tis full of joy and singing,

The sunshine doth it see.

The Sun that looks with pleasure

On me is Christ my King;

The glory beyond measure

That waits me, makes me sing.