Though Troubles Assail Us

Though trou­bles as­sail us

And dan­gers af­fright

Though close friends should fail us

And foes all unite

Yet one thing se­cures us

Whatever be­tide

The pro­mise as­sures us

The Lord will pro­vide.

The birds

with­out gar­ner

Or store­house

are fed;

From them let us learn to

Trust God for our bread.

His saints what is fit­ting

Shall ne’er be de­nied

So long as ’tis writ­ten

The Lord will pro­vide.

We all may

like ships

by

The tem­pest be tossed

On pe­ril­ous deeps

but

We can­not be lost;

Though Sa­tan en­rag­es

The wind and the tide

Yet Scrip­ture en­gag­es

The Lord will pro­vide.

His call we ob­ey

and

Like Ab­ram of old

We know not the way

But our faith makes us bold;

For though we are strang­ers

We have a sure guide

And trust in all dan­gers

The Lord will pro­vide.

When Sa­tan as­sails us

To stop up our path

And pale cour­age fails us

We tri­umph by faith.

He can­not take from us

Though oft he has tried

This heart cheer­ing pro­mise

The Lord will pro­vide.

He tells us we’re weak

and

Our hope is in vain;

The good that we seek we

Will nev­er ob­tain

But when such sug­gest­ions

Our grac­es have tried

This an­swers all quest­ions:

The Lord will pro­vide.

No strength of our own and

No good­ness we claim;

Yet

since we have known of

The Sav­ior’s great name

In this our strong tow­er

For safe­ty we hide:

The Lord is our pow­er

The Lord will pro­vide.

When life sinks apace

and

Our death is in view

The word of His grace shall

Then com­fort us through

Not fear­ing or doubt­ing

With Christ on our side

We hope to die shout­ing

The Lord will pro­vide.