When Sins and Fears Prevailing Rise

When sins and fears pre­vail­ing rise

And faint­ing hope al­most ex­pires;

Jesus

to Thee I lift my 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?

If my im­mor­tal Sav­ior 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;

Nor all the pow­ers of earth or hell

Can e’er dis­solve the sacr­ed bands.

Here

O my soul

thy trust re­pose;

If Je­sus is for ev­er mine

Not death it­self

that last of foes

Shall break a un­ion so di­vine.