MY TRUST IS STAYED ON THEE.
By A. L. Wilkinson
The yoke of Christ I'll gladly take,
And all the creeds of men forsake;
I'll triumph too, and joyful be,
For all my trust is stayed on thee. Thou art my rock, my strength, my shield,
I'll never to the tempter yield;
When danger's near, to God I'll flee,
For all my trust is stayed on thee. Thy righteous will, O, Lord, be done;
To live to see the coming One,
Or lay me down, from danger free.
'Twill all be right: I'll trust in thee. When trouble comes on every hand,
And plagues are falling on the land,
The bursting storm I'll only see;
For all my trust is stayed on thee. When parting heavens away shall roll,
Then come together as a scroll,
My heart immovable shall be,
For all my trust is stayed on thee. The ransomed of the Lord shall come,
And joy to see their heavenly home.
They soon shall rest in jubilee
Whose trust, O Lord, is stayed on thee. A. L. Wilkinson.
Owasso, Mich.