WHY ARE YE SO FEARFUL?
By L. E. Millne
Oh! why should I fear, why should I distrust
The sweet blessed promise to those who will trust?
As firm as Mount Zion they ever shall stand,
Upheld by his wise, his omnipotent hand. Then courage my soul, your cause is the Lord's,
He ne'er will forsake as he saith in his word;
When storm-clouds arise and dangers are nigh,
Oh! quickly to Jesus my Saviour I'll fly. In his dear, loving arms so sweetly I rest,
That earth's cares and sorrows disturb not my breast;
In the light of his smile how sweet to recline,
And to know that on me his glory doth shine. Come then weary pilgrims, let's quicken our pace,
The night is far spent, we'll soon win the race.
Farewell, then to sorrow, to sighing farewell,
Soon forever with Jesus his children shall dwell.