Why, my soul, thus trembling ever?

Have no fear;

Christ is near;

Naught from thee can sever,

Heaven is thine, and Christ shall own thee;

Faithful be

Until He

Shall with triumph crown thee.

Painful cross if He should send me,

Shall I faint

With complaint,

Lest the grief should end me?

He hath borne the cross before me;

Soon no pain

Shall remain,

Only peace be o'er me.

Hopeful, cheerful, and undaunted,

Everywhere

They appear

Who in Christ are planted;

Death itself cannot appall them;

They rejoice

When the voice

Of their Lord doth call them.

Death cannot destroy forever;

From our fears,

Cares and tears,

Soon shall it deliver,

Doors of grief and gloom it closes,

While the soul,

Free and whole,

With the saints reposes.

Lord, my Shepherd, take me to Thee!

I am Thine,

Thou art mine,

Even ere I knew Thee.

I am Thine, for Thou hast bought me:

Lost I stood,

But Thy blood

Free salvation brought me.

Thou art mine, and, for my guiding,

Be my bright

Shining light

In my heart abiding!

Savior dear! let me, attaining

To Thy side,

There abide,

With Thee ever reigning!