Feed on His faithfulness, my soul

Feed on His faithfulness

my soul

Who chose thee for His own

Who bears thy name in Love’s pure flame

Before the heav’nly throne;

Lay at His feet thy fear

Thy burdens

thy distress

Prostrate embrace thy Fount of Grace—

Feed on His faithfulness.

Feed on His faithfulness

my soul

Who suffered Calvary

Who Victor rose o’er all thy foes

Who lives

who prays

for thee!

Not thine the battle is

Though close the conflict press:

’Tis His alone who wears the crown—

Feed on His faithfulness.

Feed on His faithfulness

my soul

Then naught shall thee affright;

His perfect will all fear shall still

His wisdom guide aright.

He slumbers not nor sleeps

But waits His saints to bless;

Th’ eternal Throne is His alone—

Feed on His faithfulness.

Feed on His faithfulness

my soul;

So shalt thou see His face

Transforming thee till all shall see

The glory of His grace;

Closer to His great heart

In glad abandon press;

Fling thy soul down upon His own—

Feed on His faithfulness.