980 Anne Steele

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,
To thee I breathe my soul’s desires

Art thou not mine, my living Lord?
And can my hope, my comfort die,
Fix’d on thy everlasting word,
That word which built the earth and sky?
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, let me build, and rest secure.

Here, let my faith unshaken dwell,
Immoveable the promise stands;
Nor all the pow’rs of earth and hell,
Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands,
Can e’er dissolve the sacred bands.

If my immortal Saviour lives,
Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives,
Here, let me build, and rest secure.

Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
If Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine,
Shall break a union so divine,
Shall break a union so divine.