How Firm A Foundation, Ye Saints Of The Lord,
Is Laid For Your Faith In His Excellent Word !
What More Can He Say, Than To You He Hath Said
To You, Who For Refuge To Jesus Have Fled ?

Fear Not, I Am With Thee ; Oh, Be Not Dismayed !
For I Am Thy God, I Will Still Give Thee Aid ;
I’ll Strengthen Thee, Help Thee, And Hand.
Cause Thee To Stand, Upheld By My Gracious, Omnipotent

When Through The Deep Waters I Call Thee To Go,
The Rivers Of Sorrow Shall Not Overflow,
For I Will Be With Thee, Thy Trials To Bless,
And Sanctify To Thee Thy Deepest Distress.

When Through Fiery Trials Thy Pathway Shall Lie,
My Grace, All-Sufficient, Shall Be Thy Supply :
The Flame Shall Not Hurt Thee : I Only Design
Thy Dross To Consume, And Thy Gold To Refine.

Even Down To Old Age All My People Shall Prove
My Sovereign, Eternal, Unchangeable Love;
And Then, When Grey Hairs Shall Their Temples Adorn,
Like Lambs They Shall Still In My Bosom Be Borne.

The Soul That On Jesus Hath Leaned For Repose,
I Will Not I Will Not Desert To Its Foes ;
That Soul Though All Hell Should Endeavour To Shake
I’ll Never No, Never No, Never Forsake !