Jehovah Built the Earth and Skies

Jehovah built the earth and skies

What can­not He with ease per­form?

To Him my anx­ious spir­it flies

To find a re­fuge in the storm.

He formed my bo­dy from the dust

Will raise it from the dust again;

In Him I firm­ly place my trust

Nor will He let me trust in vain.

He gave His Son

His on­ly Son

To bear my sins

to bleed and die;

And will He now to souls un­done

All oth­er need­ful good de­ny?

When sor­rows ov­er­whelm my soul

I call up­on His ho­ly name;

And soon the bil­lows cease to roll

Or He sup­ports my fee­ble frame.