HYMN 60
445 L. M.
The truth of God the promiser; or, The promises are our security.
Praise, everlasting praise, be paid To him that earth's foundation laid; Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. | Praise to the goodness of the Lord, Who rules his people by his word, And there, as strong as his decrees, He sets his kindest promises. | [Firm are the words his prophets give, Sweet words on which his children live; Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad. | Each of them powerful as that sound That bid the new-made world go round; And stronger than the solid poles On which the wheel of nature rolls.] | Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? Slowly, alas! our mind receives The comfort that our Maker gives. | O for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what th' Almighty saith! T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heav'n our own. | Then should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break, Our steady souls should fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar. | Our everlasting hopes arise Above the ruinable skies, Where the eternal Builder reigns, And his own courts his power sustains. | |