Fixed upon God as on a Rock

Fixed up­on God as on a rock

The hum­ble soul no ter­ror knows;

In vain the tem­pest’s migh­ty shock

Rages against its calm re­pose.

If Sa­tan whis­per thoughts of dread

And strive to fill the soul with doubt

Faith an­swers

True: but Je­sus bled

And ev­ery sin is blot­ted out.

Though nei­ther vine nor ol­ive bear

The herd be sev­ered from the stall

Faith sees eter­nal love e’en there

And glo­ri­fies her God in all.

Though pain and sharp dis­ease in­vade

And mind and bo­dy suf­fer long

Faith finds His grace suf­fi­cient aid

And e’en in fee­ble­ness is strong.

In life

in death

while fixed on Thee

Eternal all suf­fi­cient aid

I would not doubt Thy wise de­cree

But trust and nev­er be afraid.