How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foun­da­tion

ye saints of the Lord

Is laid for your faith in His ex­cel­lent Word!

What more can He say than to you He hath said

You

who un­to Je­sus for re­fuge have fled?

In ev­ery con­di­tion

in sick­ness

in health;

In po­ver­ty’s vale

or ab­ound­ing in wealth;

At home and abroad

on the land

on the sea

As thy days may de­mand

shall thy strength ev­er be.

Fear not

I am with thee

O be not dis­mayed

For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;

I’ll strength­en and help thee

and cause thee to stand

Upheld by My right­eous

om­ni­po­tent hand.

When through the deep wa­ters I call thee to go

The riv­ers of woe shall not thee ov­er­flow;

For I will be with thee

thy trou­bles to bless

And sanc­ti­fy to thee thy deep­est dis­tress.

When through fie­ry tri­als thy path­ways shall lie

My grace

all suf­fi­cient

shall be thy sup­ply;

The flame shall not hurt thee; I on­ly de­sign

Thy dross to con­sume

and thy gold to re­fine.

Even down to old age all My peo­ple shall prove

My sov­er­eign

eter­nal

un­change­able love;

And when hoa­ry hairs shall their tem­ples adorn

Like lambs they shall still in My bo­som be borne.

The soul that on Je­sus has leaned for re­pose

I will not

I will not de­sert to its foes;

That soul

though all hell should en­dea­vor to shake

I’ll nev­er

no nev­er

no nev­er for­sake.