Tho’ troubles assail, and dangers affright,
Tho’ friends should all fail and foes all unite,
Yet one thing secures us whatever betide,
The promise assures us, the Lord will provide.
The birds without barn or store-house, are fed,
From them let us learn to trust for our bread:
His saints, what is fitting shall ne’er be denied
So long as ‘tis written, the Lord will provide.
We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost:
Tho’ Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages the Lord will provide.
His call we’ll obey, like Abra’m of old,
not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold;
For tho’ we are strangers we have a good guide,
And trust in all dangers the Lord will provide.
When Satan appears to stop up our path,
And fills us with fears, we’ll triumph by faith,
He cannot take from us (tho’ oft he has tried)
The heart cheering promise, the Lord will provide.
He tells us we’re weak, our hope is in vain
The good that we seek we ne’er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.
No strength of our own, or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have known 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 death is in view,
The word of his grace shall comfort us through:
No fearing, nor doubting with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting, the Lord will provide.