The everlasting hills;
Streaming thence in fresh supplies,
My soul the Spirit feels:
Will he not his help afford?
Help, while yet I ask, is given:
God comes down; the God and Lord
Who made both earth and heaven.
Faithful soul, pray always; pray,
And still in God confide;
He thy feeble steps shall stay,
Nor suffer thee to slide;
Lean on thy Redeemer’s breast;
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in him, securely rest;
Thy Watchman never sleeps.
Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell,
Thy Keeper can surprise;
Careless slumbers cannot steal
On his all-seeing eyes;
He is Israel’s sure defense;
Israel all his care shall prove;
Kept by watchful providence,
And ever-waking love.
Charles Wesley
Cast thy burden on the Lord,Only lean upon his word;
Thou shalt soon have cause to bless
His eternal faithfulness.
Ever in the raging storm
Thou shalt see his cheering form,
Hear his pledge of coming aid:
“It is I, be not afraid.”
Cast thy burden at his feet;
Linger at his mercy-seat:
He will lead thee by the hand
Gently to the better land.
He will gird thee by his power,
In thy weary, fainting hour:
Lean, then, loving, on his word;
Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Author Unknown
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