Today’s hymn comes from Anne Steele (1717-1778), the pioneer female hymn-writer of the eighteenth century. I’m sure these words will comfort you today; enjoy!
When sins and fear, prevailing, rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
To thee, O Lord, 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?
‘Tis fixed on thine almighty word
That word which built the earth and sky.
If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here may I build and rest secure.
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.
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