III.
The Christian's Trust.
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Ich weiss an wen ich glaube
E. M. Arndt.
I know in Whom I put my trust, I know what standeth fast, When all things here dissolve like dust Or smoke before the blast: I know what still endures, howe'er All else may quake and fall, When lies the prudent men ensnare, And dreams the wise enthral. | 163 It is the Dayspring from on high, The adamantine Rock, Whence never storm can make me fly, That fears no earthquake's shock; My Jesus Christ, my sure Defence, My Saviour, and my Light, That shines within, and scatters thence Dark phantoms of the night: | Who once was borne, betray'd and slain, At evening to the grave; Whom God awoke, Who rose again, A Conqueror strong to save; Who pardons all my sin, who sends His Spirit pure and mild; Whose grace my every step befriends, Who ne'er forgets His child! | Therefore I know in Whom I trust, I know what standeth fast, When all things form'd of earthly dust Are whirling in the blast; The terrors of the final foe Can rob me not of this, And this shall crown me once, I know, With never-fading bliss. | |