The Tree with Just to trust in the Lord, just to lean on his word and He that hath made His refuge God

Just to trust in the Lord, just to lean on his word,
Just to feel I am his ev’ry day;
Just to walk by his side with his Spirit to guide,
Just to follow where he leads the way.

When my way darkest seems, when are blighted my dreams,
Just to feel that the Lord knoweth best;
Just to yield to his will, just to trust and be still,
Just to lean on his bosom and rest.

Then my heart will be light, then my path will be bright,
If I’ve Jesus for my dearest friend;
Counting all loss but gain, such a friend to obtain,
True and faithful he’ll be to the end.

Chorus
Just to say what he wants me to say,
And be still when he whispers to me;
Just to go where he wants me to go,
Just to be what he want me to be.
                                       C. H. Morris
He that hath made His refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath His shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.

Then will I say, “My God, Thy power
Shall be my fortress and my tower;
I that am formed of feeble dust
Make Thine almighty arm my trust.”

Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care
Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare;
From Satan’s wiles, who still betrays
Unguarded souls, a thousand ways.

What though a thousand at thy side,
Around thy path ten thousand died,
Thy God His chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.

The sword, the pestilence, or fire
Shall but fulfill their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring Thy children, Lord, to Thee.

Rev. Isaac Watts