TRUST

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 16, 1872

Rock of my strength, to Thee my faith is clinging, Assailed by doubt, beset by care and fear, Smiling through tears, and in my sorrows singing, I hear thy welcome words, “Be of good cheer.”

What though my foes break out in bitter taunting? What though their curses crown my humbled head? Yet while their insults they at me are flaunting, My Saviour says, “’Tis I, be not afraid.”

If God be for me, who can be against me? Who shall condemn if he my soul approve? Since Christ in Heaven makes intercession for me, How can I doubt the fullness of his love?

Who shall divide me from that deep affection Felt by the living Father for his own? Who shall disturb me under his protection, Resting in God, and trusting him alone?

Not all the angel hosts that have existence, Not all the powers of darkness and of death, Not lapse of ages, nor the bounds of distance, Can pluck me from this resting-place of faith.

Not pain or trouble, sorrow or affliction, Famine or peril, nakedness or sword, Can rob me of that heavenly benediction— The love of God in Jesus Christ our Lord.

—The Christian.