A friend sent me this poem/hymn. I thought you’d enjoy it as I did.
When sins and fears prevailing rise,
And fainting hope almost expires;
Jesus, to Thee I lift mine eyes,
To Thee I breathe my soul’s desires.
Art Thou not mine, my living Lord;
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fixed on Thy everlasting word,
That word which built the earth and sky?
Since my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives –
Here let me build, and rest secure.
Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immovable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth or hell
Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands.
Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
Since Jesus is for ever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.
Anne Steele, 1760
No. 623 in “Our Own Hymnbook”